Writing Prompt

Silence is like the space between stars: tense, dark, and teeming with truths unknowable. In its simplicity I become impossibly aware of myself, such that my breaths and thoughts work together in harmony like perfect thirds. I wonder, wide eyed, the musings of my peers. For them, does this silence offer comfort or disquiet, awkwardness or desolation?

Across from me sits a slouching girl with b...

An air of mystery,

The sound of grey,

The whispers of air,

Falling on deaf ears,

The outwards hands of a being,

That could frighten or soothe,

A comfortable heat,

That can burn down a whole room,

Glued shut treasure chest,

With words unsaid forgotten inside,

With a discreet key needed,

To free the hums and whispers of the world,

The drumming through your head,

To fill the noiseless void,

Th...

Silence.

It’s like peace ringing through my ears

Peace wand’ring ‘round my head

Keeping me calm in the state of silence

Yet I’ve never heard the sound of silence

There always

People talking

Dogs barking

Footsteps walking

Cars parking

Wind blowing

Doors closing

Water flowing

Echos reposing

The sound of silence,

always amiss.

So…

does it really exist?...

Amidst the bustling city streets, a cacophony of sounds fills the air, blending together in a discordant symphony. The vibrant neon lights of towering skyscrapers pierce the night sky, casting an otherworldly glow upon the metropolis below. Streams of people weave through the maze of buildings, each one a solitary figure in the midst of a teeming crowd. The aroma of sizzling street food mingles wi...

A child’s mouth agape with tears streaming down their face,

Fingers scratching to reach past the barrier between the ear and face.

Parents with deshiveled appearances, rushing about in saddened postures,

Bright lite offices with colorful pictures and sterile instruments.

Confusion.

**The crisp wip of air on my face wisping my hair about, **

**The tendrils of lush grass caressing the bottoms of ...

It is the soft ticking of the living room clock that makes Adeline realize the house is too quiet.

She has spent the last thirty minutes engrossed in front of her computer, looking at numbers on an excel spreadsheet, in a futile attempt to make the numbers make sense. They weren’t and she didn’t know what else to do about it. She moves things around several times, cross referencing data from othe...

Like a pin dropping, like a feather falling. A gentle noise no one can hear. If you listen closely and feel its presence it’s a quiet, wonderful sound that is near. Like an amusement park that shut down its rides. Where there is no one in sight. No breathe breathing. No cotton candy machine spinning. Everything has stopped. Time stopped. It has paused or so we think. A moment to regain ourselves a...

Is there anything as comforting as silence - no pressure no demands no distraction… just you and your thoughts. But the pleasure often ends in the pain of getting lost in thought, not always positive thought, but the spiralling of the mind down an imaginary conversation. Resolving a long unsaid argument in your head with words that will never be heard by friend or foe. Silence, is to embrace the f...

Laying in my bed, I listen to the silence that sounds so loud. This silence is unbreakable though, and it’s a type of silence that people are scared of hearing. I lay their thinking of how I could break this silence but it’s the middle of the night and no one is awake. I decide to try and go asleep, but I just can’t help thinking about how the silence is right now and not when I’m want it. Wheneve...

Silence.

Just by saying the world, you break its meaning.

If I had to compare it to something,

I’d say that silence is like the wind:

it moves around us –

sometimes strong,

sometimes gentle,

we might feel it or not –

but it changes the mood for sure!

It can be pleasant, caressing our skin,

or it can be fierce and aggressive,

taking up all the space

and stirring things like emotions, ...