White Noise Lyrics Will Wood Novels & Stories

I placed a hand on my belly and hoped my baby was still there. For a moment, I sniffled my tears and hoped Vincent was nearby to save me. Then, there was silence. I could only hear the sound of my breathing. It was odd as a moment ago I thought I heard the sound of the nature in the woods but then it was all gone. Dead silent. GRRROOOOOWWWWLLL! AUUUUUWWW! I gasped hearing the sounds of wolves howling in the wood. It felt as if they were speaking to each other. One by one.

He saw the look on my face showing that I had just gotten it, and so he smiled. “Go on,” he said. I stayed silent in my head, as the rhythm of the music with the lyrics spelt out loud flowing through my head. "Off through the new day's mist, I run out from the new day's mist I have come I hunt, therefore I am Harvesting the land, taking of the fallen lamb" It was actually a song by Metallica titled Wolf and man. Damon stood shocked staring at my lips as I spelt out the lyrics confidently like I owned them.

I feel totally comfortable with no worry. "So should we compose a song or should we just sing?" He asked. "Let's just sing" I said and he replied with an 'okay' turning on his piano. "Let's sing the one we composed yesterday" He said and i nodded. We cleared our throats.. "Ready?" He asked. "Of course" I said happily. We started singing; 🎵Wounds fades with time. 🎵Our worlds begin to cross path. 🎵You made me exist in your world.

My fingers slid across the keys, carefully pressing down on the right ones, creating music instantly. Automatically, a smile burst out on my lips as I felt the vibrations and tones circle me. The words formed on my tongue before I could stop them, accompanying the tones: “Can you feel the love tonight,” I almost whispered, not wanting to be loud, but not able to be quiet either. “It is where we are. It’s enough for this wide-eyed wanderer that we got this far.”

Kairi, abandoning all dignity, clapped his hands in a deliberately off-beat, complex counter-rhythm. The hum in Silas's throat grew stronger. He lifted his recorder, still silent, but his fingers moved over the holes, remembering. The bubble shuddered, contracted— And with a sound like a thousand sheets of parchment being torn at once, the silencing field shattered. Noise crashed back in—the fire's crackle, our ragged breathing, Maia's joyful bark. And over it all, Silas, playing the "Cobbler's Jig" with a ferocious, defiant joy, each note a spit in the eye of the silence that had tried to claim him.

​The transition to a quiet life had been successful, or so we told ourselves. Our cottage, perched on the edge of a cliff overlooking the Zaros Sea, was isolated enough to feel like a sanctuary. But silence in our world was rarely an end to the story; it was usually just a pause. ​It started on a Tuesday night. The coastal town of Oakhaven was quiet, the only sound of the rhythmic pulse of the tide against the rocks below. Julian was in the small shed we used for repairs, fiddling with an antique shortwave radio he had salvaged from a local scrap heap. He liked the static—he said it reminded him of the white noise he used to hear when he was linked to the network.

No pushing. He just… let the silence return. Gave me space to be small again. I was grateful for that. A second later, his hand moved to the dash, flipping through the radio stations. Static. Rap. Afrobeat. Some old-school funk. Nothing stuck. Everything felt too loud. Until— “Wait,” I said, sitting up. “Hmm?” “That one.” It was Lovely—Billie Eilish and Khalid. Soft. Sad. Familiar. Like a lullaby written for broken people.

But he must be, because I couldn’t forget what I’d heard Jenna say about their relationship, and the way they really felt about me. I was still standing there, staring at him as I argued with myself, when the song ended. He was staring right back at me with so much longing in his eyes that it almost broke my will to resist. But then, the announcer called us on stage for our group song and the spell was broken. “And now, the whole RedWoods crew, singing September! Originally by Earth, Wind and Fire! Let’s see if they can do it justice. Something tells me they can!” The announcer called out, snapping me back to the present.

The noise that had previously been drumming in my ears was now just a slow buzz and as more of my consciousness grabbed the fact that the goddess was giving me a hint the more the noise turned into mere background noise and nothing else. From the white noise then arose a set of other fragmented words that seemed to be sweetly whispering something to me, unlike the previous noise this was so melodic to my ears that I almost felt myself dozing off to sleep. Fighting to stay awake even then I tried formulating the sweet melody into meaningful words but I could barely catch a few words. “…..Demon…. dagger…. Trine…” These were the few words that I could hear but I could barely make any sense of i

“You will lose your friends. You will fall asleep, and the other will play in the dreaded game of chess.” The trees sway, along with the bushes into that dark forest that is only lighted by the big full moon above. The rustling of the leaves that the wind is aiding by is one hell of an eerie way to jive into the song that the shadows are loving to hear and to dance along. “The sad little woodpecker. Your tears will be poisonous, as you let them stream down on your cheeks.” She finally ends the dreadful song with a wide sinister smile. “Isn’t it fun?”