“Where am I” I thought as I grudgingly opened my eyes to darkness.

A sense of fear washed over me as I heard feet scuffle across the floor. Another young voice called out to me,”You’re awake?” Taken aback I hesitantly replied,”I’m awake, who are you?” I quietly thought, ‘How would you know I was awake in such a dark room?’

As if it could hear my thoughts the child giggled. The voice answered sou...

BTW this is not my description of silence I just wrote a story on this topic/word.

The queer silence was sudden.

The suspicion lingered in the air as he walked past the naive inmates. The presence was evidence he had committed a terrible crime.

In a sullen, vile way, he drifted down the long, cool corridor.

A large warden conspicuously stood in the middle of the hall. The thoughts of the inmate...