White Noise Novel Novels & Stories

"Who did you sell me to?" My whole body trembles now, violent shakes that I can't control. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to hold the pieces together, but I'm falling apart right here on this filthy floor. "Does it matter?" Claire's voice is bored, like we're discussing the weather. "At least we won't have to look at those ugly scars anymore." The sound of tires on gravel cuts through the morning quiet. Through the grimy window, I catch a glimpse of black metal that gleams like obsidian in the pale sunlight.

Each story throbbed with distance, with other people’s victories. Promise drew water in silence, balancing the bucket against her hip. As she walked back, children followed, chanting, “Model! Model!” Not with cruelty this time, but with delight. She smiled faintly, though her chest tightened. Inside their room, she lit the small torch and opened her notebook. She wrote: Silence can crush. Silence can protect. Silence can also wait. I must learn which silence to carry. Night stretched long. Promise lay on the mattress, listening to Daniel breathe steadily. The storm’s echoes still lingered in the ceiling’s creaks. She closed her eyes, and memory blurred into dream.

A distant rumble shook the heavens. The crack above the city widened slightly. Everyone looked up. The darkness beyond reality was moving. Watching. Waiting. The First Silence. Nova felt it immediately. Not fear. Not anger. Curiosity. The First Silence was observing. Learning. Like it always had. The Third Silence noticed too. His expression hardened. "He's here." The First Memory nodded. "Yes." The city grew brighter. Silver light flooded the horizon. Then the world became quiet. Perfectly quiet. Every sound vanished.

"Then, where did all these marks on my body come from?" My chest felt so tight I could barely breathe. I felt filthy. Some marks looked like bruises from someone grabbing me. Others looked like kisses. It was as if I'd really gone through some sick, degrading night with a stranger. Even worse, I had no fucking idea who had touched me. I'd grown up protected and privileged. Suffice it to say, I had never experienced such a violation in my entire life. Jolene froze for a moment before finally understanding what I meant and rushed to explain, "Don't panic. I made those marks. No one touched you. I just took the photos."

Those are helping me to get back to sleep faster. When I already have my playlist, which contains of Air Supply and Michael Learns to Rock songs, I inserted my earphones in my ear and I closed my eyes. As the song "Having you near me" started, I feel that I am already in the world of peace. _ I don't know how many hours I am asleep, but when I wake up, the playlist already finished playing. I checked my phone to know what time it is. I find out that it is almost eleven in the morning. I plugged out the earphones and put it back to the drawer. I still have my phone in my hand when I leave the room.

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

"We both know the council your father is getting. His generals would think this the best time to show strength. They would be greatly fooling themselves. All their weapons, they would painfully realize are useless. Nothing of theirs can be used against these five, talkless about one. I wonder why anyone would think to create these beings." From what Anna had read about them from her family's old book, these five whispers were created to protect the secrets of the sea. They were the very build of silence, made to be offensive by the sight of blood, death, and oddly enough, dirt. They couldn't stand dirty places, and hardly would they draw near to it. And the house of silence, nothing ever wen

​Nora slammed the obsidian stylus all the way in. ​The White-Out ​A sound like a million pages being torn at once filled the universe. ​The white expanse became a blinding, total White-Out. ​For a long, agonizing minute, there was nothing. No sound. No weight. No Julian. No Leo. Just the sensation of being a thought that had finished its sentence. ​Then, slowly, a sound returned. ​It wasn't the roar of the Atlantic or the hum of a server. It was the sound of Rain.

White noise filled my head, a metallic taste of bile rising in my throat. And then everything changed. Clive held me close to him, stroking my back with his hand and whispering soothing sounds in my ear. My heart was pounding, I couldn't comprehend it, but I knew I was safe. Eventually, the white noise receded and I heard his words.

He drowned it in White Noise. ​The effect in the Vermont cellar was instantaneous. Bianca’s emitter began to whine, its amber light turning a sickly, flickering green. The "Static Overlay" couldn't find a foothold in the chaos of the New York hum. The "Manifest" on the glass pages, already blurred by my indigo smudge, became a nonsensical jumble of overlapping timelines. ​"It’s... it’s breaking," Bianca whispered, dropping the emitter as it began to glow with a dangerous, white-hot intensity. "The future... it’s gone blank."