Deafening Stories

At first, it was just something like a background noise - a long buzz, or beep. But the strange thing was, it was only in my left ear - the same one that my hand had pressed against when I was holding my head. And then, as if a knife was cutting through my ears, the sound erupted.

The cries were there, once upon a time. Once upon a time they were deafening, the shouts and calls echoing through the narrow alleys and streets. But no man has heard these long lost cries almost a century past. But they are there; they are present, deep within the mind of every man and woman, every child and elder, every cripple and eunuch, the words are there. When they were first said,it was out of defiance. But the call for defiance has left us. Defiance came like a lion, and disappears like a snake's tail. It thundered once, but now it dare not whisper. It dare not stand up. We have slain defiance, with our cowardice. But ours is not a people who will let injustice happen. Ours is a people who will do as the law demands, even if the law demands they geld themselves. Do you hear them? At first they were whispers, between the cowards who walk our land. But I can hear them now, the words as clear as water from the spring above. Listen carefully, and you can hear them shout, calls for restoration and justice. Listen carefully, and you can hear the calls, for revolution. "Inquilab Zindabad!" They scream, they same way our forefathers did once. It sounds good to hear this. Sweet even. It is The melody of the song, the song of change. The last time this song was sung, it was For love, it was for life and most importantly it was for freedom. But that has changed. The song of change too has change, now we call for peace. I can hear their screams louder now, not in my ears but in my heart. They are screams of duty, of courage and of honour. The slumbering men are waking up, to the hate and destruction of the world. But who once slumbered is now awake, and they will do what they can. They will change .

"Hey" ... "Are you Ignoring me?" 𝘛𝘢𝘱 She finally noticed then wrote, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean too. I'm Deaf :)" -~- A Kim Taehyung Fanfiction [S1 Completed] [S2 In Progress] !Short Chapters! S1 Short story - 25 to 35 Minute Read Please excuse typos and grammar mistakes. +Milestones+ 20k - 02/21/19 30k - 04/17/19 40k - 06/17/19 50k - 08/01/19 60k - 09/09/19 70k - 10/21/19 80k - 12/04/19 90k - 01/18/20 •100k - 03/06/20 - Thank you so much, seriously 💜 110k - 5/4/20 120k - 6/23/20 130k - 8/25/20 140k - 10/26/20 150k - 01/20/21 160k - 04/20/21 170k - 08/01/21 180k - 12/12/21 190k - 04/10/22 •200k - 07/10/22 +Highest ranks+ #1 Deafening #3 Imperfect #4 She #16 Depressing #23 Deaf #28 Him #40 Perfect #95 btsboys #104 Mute #148 btstaehyung #255 ff -S1- -Started 05/31/18- -Ended 07/19/18- -S2- -Started 05/03/19 - -Ended -/-/- - S1 Was rewritten on -01/19/19- Original version is on Inkitt. Contains: Angst & Fluff Warning [Mature Language, Violence, Bullying, Self harm, and Abuse. If you struggle with any of these topics I strongly recommend to not read this story.]

It's easier to shut people out. When you let someone in, they end up hurting you. Putting walls up, is a simple solution, cracks filled and invisible to the world. But every once in a while, someone comes along and chips away at the cement that has been used to fill those cracks. Beck isn't about to let some guy come in and knock down her carefully constructed walls, but hiding behind a motorcycle may not be an option for much longer.

These are a group of poems about the sad things in life: love, loss, the loss of love, etc.

Deafening silence fills the room, As I think of you Staring up, at the moon I don't know what else to do

A collection of my deepest thoughts, held deep inside me, for you to read. Warning: Not everything will make sense to you. It wasn't meant for you to completely understand. If you do understand, then you have just become my new best friend. Enjoy.

When the silence gets louder than the words ever did. When staying starts to feel like disappearing. A reflection from somewhere in between.

Being a teacher at U.A High can be difficult but you love it. - Your friend Hizashi Yamada Has been trying to hook you up with Shota Aizawa for ages... - But what happens when he gets thrown into the mix? 𝐸𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑐 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 (ʙᴛᴡ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ɴᴏ ᴀʀᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛs)

[COMPLETED] "No such thing as happy endings," she said twirling her perfect hair around her finger. "How so?" "You end up alone, or you die. Eventually everyone dies, so some people experience both. Happy is a very sickening word." "We're in high school," I point out. "I know. But this is the time to think of the future," she lets go of her hair and sits thinking. Maybe of the future. "What about after high school?" I'm afraid it'll bring up a conversation we both don't want to have. What will happen to us? Will we end too? "I like to think of high school as the end sometimes. We can never know what to expect after. We just look forward to graduation for now. You know in the movies after everything is over? Then the music with the credits comes on? And you think wow that was a good movie, and you don't even pay attention to what song is playing. It's silent as far as you can tell. It's a deafening silence without there actually being silence." "How does that relate to high school?" I ask. "At the end we all throw our caps up in the air and cheer. We cheer that we graduated. But no one ever thinks of it as the end. It will be silent, but there will never be any silence." "The deafening silence," I say. "That signals the end," she finishes my thought. "The end of everything we knew," we both go quiet ending the conversation.

Lydia is starting an unexpected journey. Is this the begining of what could be a lifelong mystery.

The world works in two ways. Give and take. That is how it has always been. Now, what if you want nothing? Nothing should be taken away, right? But wanting nothing isn't as easy as it may seem. To do this Roe takes help from a very unexpected place. From silence.

[Book cover designed by me] When I awoke, I was greeted with darkness. Somehow it feels comforting. I don't hear any noises. Silence was never this loud until I realise... Where I was. Author notes: Sorry about the badly designed book cover!! Feedback is greatly appreciated!!

Life. Webster's defines it as "the quality that distinguishes a vital and functional being from a dead body." But what if on the inside your dead? What if living on a day to day basis killed you? My Life In Rhyme is a series of poems, each one about something that has either killed me, or brought me back to life.

The silence was too much to endure. I could hear it in my head. It was too loud to hear anything else. And that's how it all started...

This is the second book of Deafening silence. This is the alternate ending and starts after chapter 20 of the first book.