When A Man Goes Silent Novels & Stories

I was starting to resent what he used it for. I wrote about it on the blog that night. Not directly – never directly. About loving someone who speaks fluent silence. About the difference between a man who's quiet because he's at peace and a man who's quiet because he's built a soundproof room inside himself and locked the door from the inside. About wanting to break in and knowing that breaking in would shatter the only structure keeping him upright.

"We always do." The room goes still. The kind of still that has weight to it, that presses against the walls and sits in the space between breaths. I close the file on my knee and focus on a fixed point across the room and do not let whatever is beginning to move in my chest get any further than that. My father says nothing further. He does not need to. We all understand when a conversation is finished. We stand, and we leave him to the silence.

Wow the chatter box is permanently silent "Mr Raza Shoaib thank Allah for the voice you have and ask Allah's forgiveness for what you've said." Baba concluded did I just day that out loud "yes you did" mehek said. Whatever at least the only pro of this marriage would be her being mute and not eating my head off. But then again why did they separate.

“ Evil, like a darkness lurking deep within my soul. It takes over piece by piece until it consumes you entirely, leaving nothing but darkness. It turns you into someone you don’t want to be. Your thoughts and actions are no longer your own.” I watched him closely as he explained, hearing the fear in his voice. I felt a pang of sympathy. He seemed in so much pain. Without realizing it, I placed my hand over his, giving it a slight squeeze. He looked up, startled. I quickly pulled my hand away, but he reached out, taking it back and staring deep into my eyes. It seemed he wanted to say something but decided against it and looked away. “ Sorry,” he said, releasing my hand and sulking back into

Nissa stared at his broad back. How many times did she silently weep over this very back as he walked away from her without a second thought? He was once a figure out of reach, aloof and untouchable. But now, here he was, kneeling before her. She let out a silent, fleeting laugh. Life was full of irony. When Benjamin did not hear any movement for a while, he turned back and looked up at her. Her face was unreadably calm, like someone watching a dull movie with no emotional investment.

He stood at the window for a long time. I sat in the chair and watched his back and let the silence be what it was. I had learned, in the months of being married to this man, that there were different kinds of Nate silences. There was the silence he used as a weapon, deliberate, pressurized, designed to make the other person fill it with something they hadn't meant to say. There was the silence of him thinking, which had a particular quality of aliveness to it, like standing near something generating heat. And then there was this kind. The kind that happened to him. The kind that meant something had landed too deep for the usual machinery to process and he was simply standing inside it, wait

I watch the door close behind him. And even as the silence leaves me, something deep inside my chest begins to fracture. There was no man between them anymore. And I say nothing. Because in this moment, I finally understand the cruelest truth of all Silence is also a decision. And tonight… I chose it.

he shrugged and I shot my head at him with one brow arched in question, making him laugh. In just a few minutes we arrive at our district and got down, then we started walking towards home, the silence makes things tense, and recalling what happened a while ago wouldn't make me talk, why was my heart racing so much? Why were his thoughts not audible? Why can't I meet his gaze? Lots of questions welled up in my head which I couldn't get answers to or maybe I couldn't admit the answer. "So...see you around," He said as we got to my house, I didn't notice until he talked.

I glanced back to the alleyway entry, reassuring myself that whoever was there, doesn't notice the three sleeping cats. The silhouette was enough to intimidate anyone. The person is a man I believe, all I can make up was his silhouette of a jacket and a wide shoulder, a heavy figure. He walked closer and halted to the man's body. He nudged his leather shoes to the man's face. With him closer like this, I can see his black jacket, his big muscular figure, his black cap on his head, and his big pants tucked inside his leather shoes. I gulped when I heard his loud sigh. I can't control the flinch nor I can stop my body from shaking.

⸻ But then— ⸻ everything shifted again. ⸻ A final surge. ⸻ Stronger than all the others. ⸻ And this time— ⸻ it took something with it. ⸻ The lights went out. ⸻ Completely. ⸻ Silence fell. ⸻ Absolute. ⸻ And for a moment— ⸻ no one moved. ⸻ No one spoke. ⸻ No one even breathed. ⸻ Then— ⸻