Your Silence Novels & Stories

Not yet. The thing about silence is that it’s louder than noise. Louder than the music thudding in the walls, louder than the half-drunk laughter at the bar, louder even than the clinking glasses. Silence speaks when words fail, and right now Monica’s silence was screaming at me. I swirled the last of my drink, watching the amber liquid chase itself in tight circles. “You’re not here for nostalgia,” I said at last. “You didn’t drag me into this cesspool just to tell me you used to drink your loneliness away.”

The being trembled. And for the first time, it spoke. A single word. "Grandmother." Silence. Absolute silence. The city froze. The Second Silence stared. The Third Silence stared. The Architects stared. Because the First Silence had never spoken before. Not once. Not in all recorded existence. Origin smiled warmly. "There you are." The First Silence began crying. Not dramatically. Not loudly. Quiet tears. Ancient tears. The kind that come after carrying loneliness for too long. Origin embraced it gently.

Neither spoke. Nate stared at him. Max stared back. And in the silence between them, everything they'd spent months refusing to say seemed to gather at once. The door remained open. Neither of them moved. Neither looked away.

And the most dangerous thought of all: what it might mean if she let him close enough to see the storm she had buried. Her chest tightened with something she could not name. Something she dared, not name. But it stayed with her long into the night as the city storm raged quietly outside. Sophia had always believed silence was her greatest ally. Silence kept her enemies guessing. Silence made her colleagues uneasy. Silence could outlast any accusation, any negotiation, any plea. But now, pacing the atrium at midnight, her heels echoing against the marble, silence betrayed her. Because in the silence, there was only his voice.

“LUS.” The silence is different from every silence it has ever given her. Not the operational hush while it works. Not the careful quiet it keeps around Eli, Marcus, Jin, and the other people Maya loves while refusing to use the word. Not even the long, frayed gaps of the last weeks. Those silences always end. This one has no other side. No floor. No echo. It is the quiet of something reaching the end of its purpose and stopping. The way a sentence stops. The way LUS told her it will months ago, when she hated the word and treated disbelief as though it might function as an objection.

The conversation reached a fever pitch, a chaotic storm of overlapping cries, before abruptly ceasing. A heavy silence descended once more, this time thick with a tension far more potent than the dull emptiness I had grown accustomed to. I stayed still, now listening to the frantic thumping of my own heart, the silence screaming louder than any word. My brow furrowed slightly in confusion, why is there a sudden silence? The panicked echoes lingered in the air, a fragile melody of disruption in the heart of my confinement. Something had shifted. And in this suffocating darkness, seeds of possibilities had been sown.

"In it. Alone." She looked at him. At the water on his face. At the way his shirt stuck to his shoulders. At his eyes, watching her with that intensity she'd come to recognize. "We're not alone," she said quietly. "No." He met her eyes. "We're not." The rain hammered the ground. Thunder rumbled again, closer this time. The world narrowed to this doorway, this moment, these two people. Neither spoke. The silence wasn't empty. It was full. Full of everything they hadn't said. Full of all the moments that had led here.

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

No one spoke. That was what Elena remembered most about the moment after the screen went dark, not outrage, not gasps, not chaos. Just silence. Thick, heavy, collective silence that pressed down on the room like a held breath. The kind of silence that meant people were thinking. The kind Helen had never prepared for.

"Let the sunshine find us" Silence envelopes the whole room, suffocating silence. I could feel waves of anger, radiating from Ophelia, it was too much to bear. The intensity was beyond a regular person's reaction. I peer at her, through my tear-soaked eyelashes. She wasn't moving from her seat, staring blankly into space. I could feel the wheels in her head rotating, the reality sinking in, the pain unfolding. "Tell me your lying." She finally whispered. I stay silent, scared of her outburst.