Unsounded Comic Novels & Stories

Arien asked. But Susan wasn't listening. She kept on crying and struggling. "Save me! Save me Arien I don't wanna die." "If you dare make another sound I'll shoot you!" One of the man spoke pointing a gun at Susan's head making her shut her mouth in seconds. He seemed agitated. "She's the childhood friend we were going to take along with Mr Ace's sister but now we have her and his wife." One among them noticed the agitation of their boss and asked "Boss, what's the matter?"

Things came to a climax around two weeks after the quiz incident when Miranda raised her perfectly manicured hand in the middle of a Literature lesson to make yet another purposefully incorrect remark. "Dante's masterpiece was called The Diving Comedy," she said loudly, her sickly sweet smile firmly fixed as she batted her eyes mockingly at Lila. "Because he tumbled head-first into Hell's poetry lounge for a night of wackiness with the devil and all his goofy little demon buddies."

I lamented with a sigh. Noah frowned and retorted, "After everything you've experienced, you still don't believe in the supernatural?" I fell silent. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen. When he looked back at me, his expression was somewhat strained. "What's wrong?" I asked, frowning slightly. He chose his words carefully as he said, "After you told me about Ramona, I asked a friend to keep an eye on the cafeteria owner." "And?" "He's dead," Noah said flatly. "Before he died, he claimed to have seen his mother, who used to run the cafeteria years ago."

Full of things that didn’t need to be said out loud. We sat like that for a while, just breathing. No words. No noise. Just two people trying to make sense of something that had completely rearranged their lives in less than twenty-four hours. After a long moment, he sniffed, a quiet, broken laugh escaping him. “God, I must look pathetic right now.” I smiled faintly, brushing my thumb over his hand. “You look fine to me... I mean...more human.” That made him laugh again—this time a real one, small and tired but real.

and we laugh again. “Lastly, the music supervisors who are in charge of sound design. They’re not here because they having a brainstorm for our background music” I babbled. “My team which is LC Entertainment is not here. You’ll be going to meet them in other days.” I said. They are the ones who will help me in our non-green screen scenes.

I guess that this was for the best. I went back to cutting that night. I felt like I had so many emotions happening and I needed things to slow down for a minute. I felt like this was helping me it was heathy for me to do this. I didn’t realize at the time that it wasn’t something that was being helpful I was only hurting myself more. I sat in the shower crying. I wasn’t crying because of my boyfriend or Finn I was crying because I felt very alone again. Why does this feeling stay with me. Why didn’t I say something to Finn when he said he liked me? I felt like my life could be explained with the song by Michelle Branch All You Wanted, I know your going to look up and listen to the song. Let