What's That Noise Book Novels & Stories

He nodded slowly and before he could say anything more, the bedroom door swung open. Erick and Jess stood at the doorway; they were both breathless, so we knew they were running. Jess held one of the thickest books I had ever seen; it was a large brown book with golden decals swirled throughout the cover. In the front of the book, in a silvery oval was a white infinity symbol I didn’t quite recognize and then written in white above the symbol read: Book of Magic. “Woah…” I breathed, staring at the book. It was real.

she replied and the witches were awed at the sight of the book which stood proudly the same as before. Ena leaned closer, her ear near the book, and grinned softly before asking them to do the same. "You hear that?" she asked as each put their ear to the book. Anna's heart was beating fast as she put the book to her ear. She could hear them, the whispers of agonizing screams. She felt heat exiting from the pages and could feet the torture. She heard pleas and people begging. A quiet wind that still seemed to be raging. Then she heard a child’s cry, a baby’s whimper, a husband’s calls, and a woman's screeches.

He continued to flip through his book. The room was quiet. The lights were dim, and the air conditioning ran to keep the room cool and comfortable. The rustling of the pages of the book was the only sound that could be heard. This was the first time Valerie realized just how pleasant the sound of pages turning was. With her eyes closed, she finally understood why people in ancient times enjoyed having a book in their lap while relaxing in rocking chairs. However, the serenity in the room was suddenly disrupted by an unusual sound. The sound repeated itself.

There was just the perfect amount of light to make her see the text of the book. She began reading the first opening lines of the book but soon realized, to her annoyance, that the hum of voices she’d heard when she’d been beneath the balcony was not fainter here, as she’d hoped, but even louder—by some trick of architecture or sound---and clearer, and even more distracting. Oh damn. She snapped the book shut. Bits and snippets of conversation and groans…? Carried to where she sat. she tried to deafen herself, to block out the voices by focusing hard on the book, but she had never been good at reading in noisy areas, and to be honest, had always been easily distracted, and so in the end, she

I hear the sound of skin slapping against skin, you know, that sound of wet friction when a man is womb deep in his pleading damsel. The kind of sounds I don't want to know my best friends can make. "Oh, God, Ethan..." August gasps, and my stomach threatens to throw up the little I have left in there. I sit up, horrified. I shouldn't be heading this...why am I hearing this? The walls in our dorm aren't thin enough for me to know the rhythm of their thrusts, the way August's moans rise and fall, the sharp grunt Ethan makes when he picks up his pace, or the slushy sound that comes with the joining of their pleasure organs!

there. While I thought about it, about to flip the page, the relaxing white noise of the rain suddenly shattered. There was a loud bang in the distance. I didn't need anyone to tell me that wasn't thunder. It sounded like a bomb. I dropped the book and tried to listen carefully, and this time, there was a jagged stutter from an automatic rifle, a sound I could easily recognize now. My heart leaped into my throat. Someone was attacking the convent.

It was miles wide, its underside a featureless plane that swallowed the light of the emergency sirens. TICK. TICK. TICK. The sound was not coming from a watch. It was the sound of the rivets in the walls snapping one by one. "Do it Elara!" Julian screamed. His hand was flying out to grip the edge of the iron console. "Drop the book!" Elara lunged forward, her feet slipping on the glass fragments. She thrust the journal toward the steel rollers. The machine let out a whine, the magnetic field catching the leather casing and pulling it into the slit. The steel teeth bit into the spine of the book, a spray of crimson sparks exploding outward.

Something that shouldn't be disturbed in the house of silence, not far from the killing square. Hope sprang in this house, and her tidy walls did rattle with joy. It was the most the house could do, for if she was capable of more, her silver and goldwares, plates, and cups would have left their racks and cupboards to make high-pitched sounds. Beds, sofas, stools, chairs, and tables would have joined in, causing a ruckus to attract attention. But this was a house that was not to be noticed. A house cursed to create nothing but whispers. A house that wasn't a house.

Hearing several sounds all at once didn't seem much like a fun or cool ability to him. After several hours of reminiscing about the day and realizing he wasn't going to sleep any time soon, Jared got up from the bed to take note of his room. There was a table adjacent to his bed with books neatly arranged on it and an old bookshelf which housed several books by the right side of the large bed, close to the window. A wardrobe was placed at the left corner of the room. Jared walked over to the bookshelf to discover any book that could be of interest to him. After scanning the books on the shelf for several minutes, he gave up realizing none of the books seemed to interest him. As he was about

I thought about closing the vent, shoving things inside it to block the sound out, but then I’d have no air coming into this tiny room. I began to laugh loudly, then screamed at the top of my lungs, “you’re trying to drive me crazy, well good luck with that asshole, should have been around a few months ago, deal with the bullshit I’ve dealt with, this noise won’t do it.” I grabbed the book about baby steps to a clear and focused mind and began reading as Scarlett hummed in my head. I’ll drown out this sound or just be annoyed with it, but I won’t go crazy, and I won’t fail this test. I found the book interesting and practical, but it also stated that the mind needs quiet time to recharge a