Noise قصص

Untold stories about the noise who fell inlove with silence.

What would you do if you find yourself stuck in a world which decides whether you live or die? Yet again, this place can give you another chance in life... Haruka, a 17-year-old ordinary girl, finds herself to be trapped in some sort of death game which gives her a chance to resurrect if she passes successfully. What she doesn't know yet is that it's not that simple... Staying in this game could change the way she sees the world forever... . . . "I-I guess I was wrong about you... You're no longer the person I used to love..." "Anyone who is related to Ray is my enemy... No matter who they are..." "H-How could I... How could I forget who you were...?! I am so sorry...!" "She was an amazing person but... I can't forgive her for what she did to me. Not now, not ever..." "Hah... Too bad, it looks like my own daughter couldn't be on the right side of this situation. Such a disappointment. Oh well, looks like I'll have to kill you too..." Note: References for some ideas have been used.

Both fiction and nonfiction, this is a glimpse of the things that float about my headspace, of the things that, despite my external quietness, won't shut up within. This is a taste of the things I write--cathartic and honest to myself--the real me. A collection of poems and short stories.

the noise dies, or does he?

If paper is my canvas then my pastels are words...take a look on mmy newest poem compilation. Written from a turbulent time, hope you enjoy the journey.

silence (noun) complete absence of sound. sight (noun) the faculty or power of seeing. silence and sight we know what they mean but do we actually we know what they are but how is it really in ones mind it's different in another's mind it's unusual noise is first bright is next then it's quiet and lastly it's black ~~~~~~~ copyright © Katie MacNamara (MiniMac337), 2017 started: 23:46, Monday, 9th October, 2017, Australia time. finished: 20:53, Tuesday, 10th October, 2017, Australia time. completed.

Kirin is a half-Japanese 17 year old student. Sounds normal right? Correct. He is. Sort of. What many people don't know is that he was a member of a Visual Kei band by the name of Oni to Oni. Pretty darn popular one at that. However...He's bored. He was a vocalist for the band, doing extreme vocals such as screams. But now he doesn't want to do it. Our story starts in early April 2018....will he make friends at his new school? Will they find out he was in a band? Will there be some unexpected turns? Well read and find out! Including elements of Romance, Mental illness, harem (but not really), music and terribly translated Japanese words from my useless knowledge. Conversational language is as follows-At school/with friends-Japanese, Kirin at Home/with family alone/with teacher alone-English *WRITERS BLOCK HIATUS* will resume at a later date.

Walking along a river just like a normal day for Caroline. But this day was different. Something happened. She heard noise coming from the woods behind her. She started to get nervous what was heading her way...

It will haunt you, unless you let it go.

The nightmares kept coming. I had no clue what they meant. Life was hard enough, competition was bad enough. And I was just a teenage girl trying to live my life. It's so hard to be perfect. I'm trying not to let it go to my head. But could there be something more to what everything seemed?

The life of questions and judgement. How we change ourselves according to people's ideas about us are we improving or are we just loosing ourselves somewhere in the process. What if it didn't matter what people say maybe we won't loose that part of ourselves. Maybe we would be the raw form that we choose to be.

This is new found to me but wonderful.So that is what these poems will be, the little special ones. Some of them will come from my background poetry that I write randomly but happily. Thanks for reading this and I hope you are amused and this will be aspirational to you. All this poetry will be contained in here.. Goodbye for now dear reader, and thank you for reading this!CoverArt is by: kidkidkidkid

My name wasn't always Silence. I used to be a little girl that loved to sing and dance, and had a normal name. Until they broke me.

it's just a little short story about noise .... read and you'll see

This is just a little dream a friend of mine had. Enjoy!

Amidst the noise, I can see the truth, but sometimes the truth is not something I care to know. The silence is peaceful. Your noise is alien.