Word Unspoken Novels & Stories

Neither of us spoke. The not-speaking was not the uncomfortable kind — not the held-breath kind, not the kind with the quality of something being withheld. It was the kind that was itself a communication, the silence between two people who had developed, over seven months of rooms, a sufficient vocabulary of the unspoken that the spoken sometimes needed to wait for the unspoken to complete itself first. He came in. Closed the door behind him.

Only the motion of lips a silent phrase. Kaima’s expression darkened. “It’s a remnant of her last thought. She wanted to say something before she vanished… something Iluren caught, but never finished.” Ari’s heart quickened. “Can we read it?” Kaima shook her head. “Not yet. The Unspoken only reveal themselves when the world needs to remember.” Siran sighed. “Then I hope the world’s ready soon.”

The weight of unspoken words hung between us, heavy and suffocating. We exchanged glances, both grappling with the echoes of what had transpired earlier. The harsh words, the raised voices – it was an altercation that had left scars on the fabric of their relationship. The silence became a canvas for reflection, each lost in our thoughts yet acutely aware of the shared pain that bound us . After a prolonged pause, Bruno took a deep breath, breaking the quietude that enveloped them. "Veronica," he began, his voice carrying the weight of sincerity, "I have missed you ."

I have written a speech, but you know I’m not really feeling it today, so I’m going to talk from the heart. “When we first started school at five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up.” I told them I wanted to be a princess, and I remember the boy next to me said he wanted to be a superhero. They asked us again when we started 6th grade what we wanted to be. I told them I wanted to be a ballerina, some kids said astronaut, Rockstar, and one said suffer. He’s doing great with that! “And yet again, they asked us what we wanted to be at the beginning of our senior year. I answered with I want to be a teacher, but what I really wanted to say is who the hell knows.” We will go throu

And somehow, that promise doesn’t scare me. The world should fear Damian Bernardi. But me? I never have. Because I know, I’m the only thing he will never destroy. End of Unspoken Promises…. Please let me know what you think….. Book Two - Unspoken Truths - Coming Soon

Anton jumps up and runs to the steps. "What did it look like?" He asks frantically. "The face was disfigured. I couldn't tell if it was male or female, and it was all dressed in black." I run over to where our mates had fallen to see if anything is there. All I see is one word burnt into the wooden floor: Alecto. "What is Alecto?" Anton asks. "I have no idea," I reply as Logan and Emily come over to us.