Words For The Sound Of Silence Novels & Stories

The absolute absence of everything, including the concept of absence. "It is a Silence," the Utterance whispered in Jack's mind, and the ancient consciousness's voice carried a terror that Jack had never heard from it. Not even when facing the Devourer. Not even when meeting the Gravedigger. The silence that exists when a song ends. The pause between notes. It has always been there, between every sound the choir makes. We never noticed it because it was small. But the choir grew too loud. It woke the spaces between the music.

She longed for the chaos of conversation, the rhythm of communication, yet the emptiness remained, heavy and suffocating. It was in the quiet of one particularly lonely evening, rain pattering against the window, that Amara finally understood the truth. Silence was not neutral. Silence was a force, a pressure that demanded action. It was not the absence of words, but the presence of a choice deferred, a mirror held up to the heart, forcing her to confront what she truly wanted.

But no sound comes out. Just silence. And the echo of his words. And the weight of my name on paper.

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"

It is quite an abandoned place, and the only voice that is visible was the professors. "Answer the working sheet, then we will discuss the concept." An inevitable nothing hops in the four corners of the room. A deafening silence; Silence is emptiness; broken by sounds that break it like glass. The lack of life, the deafness of breaking with choppy breaths, and the beating of a human heart, silence is noise, but very different from what we are used to. It's the deafening absence of noise. This noise; the loudest noise one can hear as they are not other noises competing to disperse what is perceived as silence. True silence, they say, is gold. And although this may be true; Silence is lonely t

___________________________________________________________________________ 20 / 12 / 2021 Silence… In all my life , from the age of 5 , never have I ever heard silence so much louder in a house filled with people. I like silence – it is calm , peaceful and relaxes my soul however; the silence that is in this house is suffocating. I can almost see and feel the house walls draw in closer , boxing us in and suffocating us in this small space.

I thought as I listened so deep to hear his thoughts. I heard so many to give me headache, many students were passing by, It wasn't something I could control, on moving further, I could hear him, he was guilty and in pain, but I couldn't find him, but I when I get close to the wall I was turning my back to, he's thought get louder, it wasn't surprising if he was in the wall.

The wet sounds of a crash. And then, finally, the silence.

Make noise. The command lodges in my chest. Burns. Not just words. A lifeline thrown across an impossible gulf. Noise. In the silence. How? My voice is gone, stolen. My fists hitting the bulkhead? Swallowed instantly. Meaningless. But the scars… they hum. They vibrate. Against the silence. They feel… resonant. Like plucking a string stretched taut across nothingness. Anchor points.

Only silence remained. **