The Silent Waters Novels & Stories

"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."

The darkness inside Tristan’s mind was no longer silent. It dripped. *Drip. Drip.* It was the sound of a leaky faucet in a pitch-black, empty mansion. Each drop was a microscopic leakage of the Void, slipping past the heavy iron vault door he had constructed in his psyche. He stood before that mental door in the landscape of his subconscious. The thick, Aether-steel hinges were warped, bent outward by the sheer, catastrophic force of the energy he had channeled to lift the *Mammoth* over the Widow’s Cleft.

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

Only silence. Fade to black.

I was damping my hands before tapping my face lightly with water. I hope this wakes me up. “Get your shit together, Lianna!” I whispered to myself. I turned the faucet off and that was when silence enveloped the bathroom. Something crawled within my skin. I didn’t realize I was all alone in the restroom! With fear and slight annoyance, I quickly walked out of the bathroom with my heart beating loudly. I was so fucking scared, alright! “Fuck,” I cursed. “What the hell was that?” I held my chest tightly, hoping a single hand of mine would at least calm the beating. But it didn’t work, my heart was hammering through my ribs and it was amplifying through my whole system.

We ate the dark the way a cat eats distance slow, silent, sure we'd own it when we arrived. The Wraith trimmed down to whispers; canvas barely breathed, hull stroking water soft as apology. The only loud sound was the blood in my ears and the occasional offended grunt of a block that thought we'd oil it yesterday. Short-long-short. Pause. Long.