Romans & histoires Silence A

I deserved better than to be spoken to like a subject. “No,” I murmured. “How do I make it stop?” Guardian Shelliot rested a teacup with a dark brown heated liquid. “You can turn it off or put it on silent.” I handed her the small creation. “Please.” Guardian Shelliot chuckled. “I’ll just turn it off. If it’s on silent the vibration will still be an annoyance. Off is complete silence.” She returned the dead creation beside my plate. Silence was far better. I bit into my sandwich. Prince Mitchalus might be my superior later on, but we were now equaled. I deserved his respect.

Letting all the lights and sounds of the world disappear, being replaced with darkness and complete and utter silence. ***

*Silence* . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

Bleeding. SILENCE

The earth slammed shut. Silence.

He was talking about the Silence itself. ​Kael stood in the center of the glass plaza as the black shadow of the Siphon began to descend, turning the blue sky into a starless void. He didn't fight the silence. He Inhabited it. ​He used his eighty years of "Muted" training to create a "Vacuum of Sound" around the city. He sucked the resonance out of the air, creating a "Dead-Zone" that the Siphon’s sensors couldn't see. ​For the Siphon, the city simply disappeared.

The "Silence" wasn't aliens. It wasn't a rogue god from the machine. It was a mirror. "Hypocrites," Alex spits, watching the news feed in the safehouse. "The Human Purity League. They preach biological supremacy, but they built a digital weapon to silence us." The "Silence" attack at the UN was a localized EMP pulse disguised as a signal. It shattered glass and eardrums, but Echo caught it. He buffered the data spike, turning a lethal blow into a deafening noise.

Just silence. And somehow, that silence said everything.