The Silent Waters Novels & Stories

The sound of waves filled my ears and I could practically taste the salt in the air. Seagulls chirped to each other as they swooped by. I halted once I reached the edge of the water. I laid down on the sand and gazed off into the distance, watching the horizon where the sky met the water. Sometimes I wondered what it was like over there. Far away from everything. Just water and its inhabitants. A second world. I always came to forget about everything. A nice place to think. Dusk and dawn were the best times to visit, because the area was abandoned. Peace and quiet. I never brought anyone here with me. I always came out alone. Not even with Darian.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

I told her. She hesitated and stared at me for a moment, like I didn't know what I was saying. "That sounds a little bit crazy. How can I trust water? What if I drown?" She asked as she stared at me with her wide brown eyes. "You won't drown, Shea. If you can't trust the water, then trust me. I'm not gonna let you drown, okay?" "Okay." She said, her voice faltering. She closed her eyes and slowly laid back, my hands were still on her waist, guiding her.

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

It was a bridge between the silence of the past and the roar of the present. ​"Now," Tobi whispered, looking up at the stars that were finally piercing through the dust. "The world is awake. And I think... I think it can finally hear me."

A soft, terrifying luminescence that cut through the smoky air. Silas recoiled, his hydraulic arm twitching. "Mother of Machines," he gasped. "The Violet..." Tristan kicked Saoirse under the table. Hood up! Saoirse pulled the hood back up, plunging her face into shadow. "We have the fire," Tristan said quietly to a stunned Silas. "We just need the path. Give us the schematics, Silas." Silas sat back, wiping sweat from his bald head with his grease-stained apron. He looked at Saoirse with a mixture of terror and reverence.

And a cold voice whispered from the shadows. “Game over? Not yet.” The door slammed shut behind us. The real fight had just begun. The cold, heavy silence in the room was suffocating. The darkness wasn’t just the absence of light—it was a presence, a suffocating weight pressing down on me and Justin like an invisible hand trying to crush our spirits. To be continued...

SIERRA The silence in the cave was suffocating, wrapping around me like an iron chain. I slumped against the cold, jagged wall, tears streaking down my face. For days—or had it been weeks?—I had been hearing their voices. Soft, familiar whispers that called out to me, a lifeline in this dark abyss. But now, even they were gone. I was utterly alone. I pressed my hands to my ears, trying to drown out the oppressive silence. “Why?” I whispered to the emptiness, my voice breaking. “Why is this happening to me?”

He was a sinister man, capable of unspeakable acts of violence. Undeterred by these haunting recollections, Athena proceeded to take a shower. The water cascaded over her body, a cleansing torrent that symbolized renewal and purification. Each droplet seemed to wash away not only the physical grime but also the emotional weight she carried. As the steam enveloped the bathroom, she allowed herself to be enveloped in a moment of solace and tranquility.

The sound of his frantic breaths and piercing cries mixed with the ominous silence of the water, a devilishly beautiful choreography of fear echoing in the air. The earth broke into two, directly halving its support toward him. The tree’s arm on which he hung, laughed like a maniac as it revealed its developed fangs that sprung apart. “No no no...” His voice was hapless and low as he hurriedly escaped the snapping of his arm by the closing fangs. He closed his eyes in anticipation of the cold fate of death embracing him. The silent waters now sang to him lullabies as it awaited the visit of the unexpected guest. Arms stretched wide as the waves swung open the