Words For The Sound Of Silence Novels & Stories

The metallic sound punctuates the silence like a gunshot, making me flinch despite myself. She plants her back against the door, lips tight, one finger raised to her mouth in a fierce, silent command: "Don't make a sound." The intensity in her eyes sends chills down my spine—not the familiar warmth I've known all my life, but something primal, ancient. Her gaze holds the weight of a thousand unspoken warnings. "Mom?" I mouth silently, the question forming on my lips without sound. She shakes her head once, decisively. The message is clear: *Silence is our only shield now.*

And a silent world was… terrifying. Her gaze shifted to the beeping machine, its rhythmic pulses a stark contrast to the eerie quietness that she was hearing. It was functioning normally, she thought, its electronic voice a constant presence in the room where she was in. Yet, even its familiar sound seemed distant, almost unreal. Where was the sound? She wondered, as panic was growing inside her a bit more and more. She was trapped in a world of absolute silence, a void that filled her with a growing sense of dread. A silent world was indeed truly terrifying and it was making her pulse rate increase.

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Not a single sound. The screams do not fade or grow distant. They've simply stopped. Every last one of them. For some reason, the silence that follows feels infinitely worse.

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.

It made silence feel louder than words. whispering the increased closeness And maybe… Maybe I didn’t mind.

“For now.” Silas’s smile was a flash of white in the twilight. “Excellent.” And as the creature of silence lunged, our fragile, treacherous alliance began. “For now,” I repeated, the words a promise and a threat woven together. The creature of silence lunged. It didn’t roar; it absorbed sound, creating a vacuum of absolute quiet that rushed toward us. The very light seemed to bend into its form.

There are countless silences, all noisy in their own manner. There is the silence that speaks when spoken to, and broods when not. There's the silence that walks with weariness in its gait, the one that fatigue has robbed of it's virtue. There's the silence that bellows when anger smithed words will not suffice. The silence that seethes and bristles at the back of our minds. Then there is the silence that visits us when words are not enough to say. When the world is but a forgotten stepping stone, and we are all that matters. When i am listening to the tune of your voice plucking the strings of my heart and all i can breathe is you.