Unspoken Novels & Stories

It just is. I find that more unsettling than the announced kind, honestly. The announced kind you can work around. The kind that just exists whether you acknowledge it or not is a different problem entirely. Three. They communicate in ways I can't fully read yet. Not a secret language. More like a layer underneath the regular one. A look that passes between two wolves that carries a whole conversation I wasn't part of. A shift in someone's posture that makes three other people in the room react before anything has been said out loud. It's fast and it's subtle and half the time I don't catch it until it's already over.

However, I sensed a subtle undertone in his comment, as if he were alluding to something beyond my comprehension. "When that moment arrives, what could it possibly be? I'm thrilled." I said with a smile, giving him a playful wink. In the subtle dance of our words, each syllable waltzed with a hidden cadence, an unspoken poetry weaving threads of meaning beneath the surface. Our sentences, like clandestine messengers, carried nuances and secrets that only attentive hearts could decipher. Every pause between breaths held an unavoidable silence with the unspoken, the unsaid. The punctuation of our gazes punctuated the spaces betwee

Elsa stood there crying as she had finally remembered her family and her people burnt in the fire. She cried for hours and Madame Hornet could perceive that her crying was not as a result of the guilty feeling that came from burning kitchen. It had to be something else. She and the girls gave her seat and they all stood waiting for her to calm down. The memories affected her days and Madame let her be for a few days after Elsa explained to them all how a fire broke out in her hometown without anyone knowing the cause of the fire. Elsa still couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something she was supposed to do back at home but what it was, she didn't know.

I still want to hear her answer to my simple question. "N-nothing." She hesitantly answered me and just shrugged. So I focused more on her direction. "What do you mean nothing? There is actually something that you are hiding from me, Hope. Say it. Just say it to me.” I boldly pointed at her. "Haven't you heard in the news?" She indirectly asked me. "There's no electricity on the island, Hope." She looked at me as if she was saying, "seriously?" "Then how did I contact you?"

I released an exhale I didn’t realize I was holding. “Alone,” Aaron stated as he looked at Isaac. It sounded like a question. Isaac turned to me, but kept his eyes on Aaron. The muscles in his jaw twitched, a sure sign of his anger. I called his name and he reluctantly looked away from Aaron. I didn’t know what I expected him to do or say, but he left without another word. I surprised myself by having to fight the urge to call after him. Aaron slammed the door and mumbled what sounded like a curse word before turning to me.

Wait, I think I'm going to throw up ughh. I was about to stand up and I looked at myself and I have no clothes on. Literally nothing, not even my shorts, completely naked! Well, I do have fine lines, not stretch marks I don't have those. I looked on the other side to find my clothes and it was there.... right on top of someone. That someone is right beside me and it's a GUY! His back was facing me and why does he have no shirt on? Does he have no shorts on? Wait let me.... No no no Dianna stay away, don't look. Just take the clothes hurry and go.

come to school last month”,Oloompala answered hurriedly between loud heartbeats, as he tried to comprehend how lucky his trip had been.His worry all along was founded on the thought of meeting a person who didn’t understand his language.He had imagined how easy it was for everybody else who knew English to move through places and ask for directions,but he had never thought it would be so smooth for him to access such unimaginable places.The watchman got back through the gate and asked him to wait there. The boy looked at the quiet environment,and beautiful mountains almost touching the horizon,and he got more eager to explore the surrounding within the gate.His eyes were glued to the gate m

The person beside her shot her a disapproving look, but she didn't care. She muttered under her breath, her words laden with sarcasm. "Oh, Mr. Sinclair, you're truly a visionary. I can hardly contain my excitement for your groundbreaking ideas." As Mace continued his speech, Nysaa couldn't resist interjecting with her biting commentary. "Yes, yes, the world has been waiting with bated breath for your words of wisdom. Please, enlighten us further." Her snarky remarks drew glances from those around her, but she remained undeterred. Mace's grandiose speech and self-assured demeanor were a perfect target for her biting humor.

In that moment, words seemed unnecessary, their unspoken feelings interwoven with the air that enveloped them. Feeling a surge of determination, Stephen stood up and turned his back to Anna. He knew there was something he had been longing to express, a confession that had been weighing on his heart. The words fought their way through his throat, hesitating for a moment before he found the courage to continue.

With a heavy sigh, he settled into a chair, staring off into the distance, lost in his own thoughts. The room filled with inflexible tension, a silent plea for answers and a longing for resolution. The air hung heavy with unspoken words, as both Adrien and his beta navigated the delicate territory of emotions left unspoken. In that moment, the weight of unspoken truths threatened to consume them both, and they found solace in the quiet companionship that only true friendship could provide. And so, they sat, their hearts heavy with unvoiced concerns, unsure of where this unpredictable path would le