Unscramble Quietly Novels & Stories

She was awfully quiet, though. "You all right, anim?"

But starts to pull at it. Quietly. Slowly. Until it does.

Then— Quiet. Absolute, echoing silence. The Moon had fallen silent.

Everyone quietened down. The silence was deafening.

Something soft. Something that didn’t hurt.

A quiet woman, once she snaps—she can burn it all down. --- I slid into the silver Bentley and drove straight to the private pier. In the passenger seat: a goodbye letter, a pill bottle, and a crumpled ultrasound report. Three tiny heartbeats, clear as day. No one knew I was pregnant. I didn't tell Jackson. To him, I was just another thing to control. He wouldn't care about the babies either. I sat on the bench, sea breeze slicing through me. Shivering, I popped the cap off the bottle and tipped one pill into my palm.

Guarding. Waiting. In silence.

The clinic always felt too quiet in the mornings, as if silence seeped down from the ceiling tiles and settled over everything. Lola Smith could hear the hum of the lights, the slow whir of the automatic doors, even the soft scrape of her own shoes across the polished floor. She didn’t mind the quiet, not really. But on certain days, when her thoughts were too loud, she wished for more noise—anything to drown out the feeling that her life was idling in neutral.

And quietly Brokenly He whispered: “I didn’t kill her.”

Everything turned dark and silent. *********