White Noise Novel Novels & Stories

They will not let me rest. I am a dishevelled wreck of raw nerves and wild fancy. I start at the slightest sound from the street. I have shut-up the windows and closed the shutters, but the cacophony of the city finds me still. I have no appetite and even less wish to leave my rooms in search of food. I’m too distracted to read, and yet I have nothing else to take my mind off the events of that night. I cannot go in search of human company for I fear I am tainted, that my peers will read in my countenance some of what has come to pass, and will know the deeds to which I’ve stooped.

In the darkness of night, where the moon shone as bright as it could, ran the White Wolf into the deep forest. Paws thudding against the wet soil, she whipped past the familiar trees cutting through the sharp wind. These little moments of freedom were what she was always hungry for. Others had heard about her, but none had seen her. It was as if she was nonexistent and just a part of a tale. They had heard about her beauty and the gift she possessed. A gift so unreal that it could make or break one's future.

So on top of my normal duties I'm doing the work of three more people which has led to mistakes being made and has caused some small, silent break downs. With all of this going on and issues I'm having with this app and my "editor" still I have decided to not continue writing at all. It truly is with a heavy heart that I say this to you because writing used to bring me so much joy but now it just feels like another chore that I'm being bogged down with. I know there are authors who go through things like this and just abandon the stories they are currently writing which isn't fair to the readers. That is why I'm writing all of this to explain so you hopefully understand why I have decided to

My ears buzzed. Blood boiling. Of course. Nathan. Standing at our gate, ranting like a lunatic, with a mob of livestreamers recording every second. "Windsor Corp's CEO thinks he's untouchable! Everyone, you're my witnesses—I'm seeing my wife today, no matter what!" I grabbed the docs I printed earlier and flew downstairs. Totally blanked that I'd sent the staff out. No one else home. Totally blanked how media flashing in my face after the accident used to mess me up.

" Liliana, who did not say a word, turned as white as a ghost. She thought back to when she picked up the report yesterday, and the way I looked at her. So calm, so still, like a pond with no ripples. I did not even think to ask for her help. She had that nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, I did not love her anymore. However, facing that truth was more than she could bear. … Despite the chaos, the surgery was a success. When I opened my eyes, it was like the world had flipped upside down. Everyone's attitude toward me changed dramatically. It was rare for them all to be together, but there they were, filling my hospital room with noise and life, a stark contrast to the quiet isolation b

The hum of the bus, the distant chatter, the solid wall of heat radiating from Gavin beside me—it was all a cacophony pressing in, and my own thoughts were the loudest, most chaotic noise of all. I needed silence. I needed to disappear. My eyes fell on my backpack, and I remembered the books. With trembling fingers, I pulled out the final one, the black one, and cracked it open. I didn’t want to read it—I needed to. I needed the fiction to swallow me whole.

Opening the pages and focusing on nothing but the words which it contained. When I finally pulled myself from the fictional world, it had gone quiet outside. I had no idea what time it was. With no windows, it was impossible to know if it was morning or not. I should have gotten up to get my phone but reading had completely zapped my energy. I laid the book on the table beside me and switched the little lamp off. Knowing that I would probably not be out of the basement before daybreak, I rolled over and started trying to get some sleep.

The low hum of the airplane filled the cabin, a soft background lullaby as the clouds rolled endlessly outside the small window. Cassie sat still, chin resting against her hand, eyes unfocused. The overhead reading light glowed warmly above her, but she hadn’t turned a page of the book resting on her lap. Instead, her thoughts spun in lazy, inescapable circles. Him.

Before everything was taken from her, Elena Voss had never truly understood silence. Not the kind that comes from absence. But the kind that is forced upon you. Sealed. Controlled. Complete. --- The first thing she noticed— Was the absence of sound. --- No rain. No footsteps. No voices. --- Nothing. --- Her eyes opened slowly. --- White. --- That was all she could see. Walls. Ceiling. Floor. Seamless. Endless. Unnatural.

​Winnie’s POV ​The world did not return with a bang or a roar; it returned with the sound of a single, indrawn breath. As the white fire of the First Breath faded from my vision, I found myself kneeling in the violet grit of the Whispering Wastes. The Glass Cathedral was no longer a towering monument to the hubris of the East. It was a pile of translucent rubble, sinking slowly into the sand like a sugar sculpture caught in a rainstorm. The air was still, but it was a different kind of stillness. The oppressive, vibrating murmurs of the dead had vanished, replaced by a vacuum of peace that felt almost as heavy as the noise had been.