Historias de Silence

"...The 2nd favorite to win, is Lady T!" A male announcer spoke over the loudspeaker, a female voice, the second announcer speaking. "No doubt about it, it's been seen over and over again at this track, that one of her best qualities is her endurance. So, I'm looking to see a good race, coming from her today." "It's true that her endurance is rather incredible, but will it be enough to tackle 1,700 meters in wet dirt? I think it'll all come down to her rivals today! An how well they perform." Walking out of the tunnel as they finished their commentarial assessment, they move onto me, the crowd erupts into cheers and shouts upon my revealing. "Speaking of Rivals, we've got someone with no shortage of rivalry's! The crowd favorite! And the favorite to win!" The male announced, the female announcer taking over, as I do not wave to anyone, I keep my head down, my blank, almost empty expression told of confliction. Approaching the start area, where others lye in wait. "Lexington has been on a incredible winning streak this year, in fact he's never lost a single race yet, since his debut last Fall. Though, none of these races were graded. So today, will be his first Graded race. I wonder, will he be able to keep up this incredible momentum he's created?" "I'd say a better question isn't rather he can keep up, but rather will he be able to run well in the dirt in these conditions?" "Rather he can or can't, I'm confident that he's going to make tonight's race an incredible one"

Some people would kill to be the daughter/son of a Mafia family. But Maliyah on the other hand wanted a normal life. A life she could run around without worrying about anything. Maliyah Santoro, the one and only daughter out of four brothers Lorenzo, Dante, Luca and Matteo Santoro. The Santoro family was one of the most notorious Mafia families, known for their control over vast territories and their involvement in various illegal enterprises. From a young age, Maliyah was exposed to the inner workings of the family business, witnessing meetings with powerful allies and rivals, and learning the unspoken rules of their world. Despite the allure of wealth and authority, Maliyah yearned for something different. She longed for the freedom to make her own choices, to live a life untainted by the shadows of her family's reputation. While her peers were concerned with school dances and weekend outings, Maliyah was often preoccupied with the constant presence of bodyguards and the ever-looming threat of violence. The once cheerful talkative Maliyah suddenly became mute at the age of nine. Her brothers and mother would often wonder what had caused such a drastic change in her demeanor. They attributed it to the pressures of their world, yet they were at a loss on how to help her. If it was a secret she was hiding? If it was a trauma she had witnessed? The family could only speculate, as Maliyah kept her silence, retreating further into her own world. Follow along on the journey of Maliyah Santoro.

Y/N L/N, a brand new trainer at Tracen Academy and a long-term fan of Uma Racing, is given the opportunity to create a team and a name for himself. Among those at the academy, Mejiro McQueen is one of the few to be taken under Y/N's wing, which results in more than just training. With a new goal and job, Y/N is expected to produce results. Can he live up to the trainers of the past? Or will his newfound career and dream end early? ------ This is going to be my first attempt at writing something non-cringeworthy in years. I hope this book is what some of you fellow McQueen fans have been looking for. Feel free to give any feedback, much appreciated! Also, I will not be following the anime plot line too strictly, however I do intend to follow it loosely for sake of moving the plot along smoothly along with some McQueen time in there. Thank you for reading! Cover Art by Hare Konatsu on Pixiv Umamusume belongs to Cygames

The Fragmented Trilogy || Series #1 "Cradled In Your Silence" Azlyn Latisha "Azlyn" Vasquez & Kyzier Rio "Kyrie" Dominguez After years of living in the U.S., Azlyn returns to Manila to study at St. Aurelius University (SAU). Excited but anxious, she struggles to fit into a world that feels familiar yet strange. Kyrie on the other hand, a patient and observant senior, notices her quiet struggles. As they cross paths, he becomes the steady presence she never knew she needed. But will Azlyn let herself trust him, or will her fear push him away before they can truly connect?

Following the events of Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero, a silent error begins to spread across the universe, and not even the Z fighters notices the timeline. When a battle ends in something worse than death, our heroes are forced to confront an unthinkable truth: winning is no longer enough to survive. No second chances. Dragon Ball ND shows a future where every fight exacts a price... and not everyone will be able to pay it.

She only feels alive when she sleeps. In her dreams, there is a quiet silver world-and a boy who loves her the way reality never could. But every morning she wakes up weaker, and every dream pulls her farther away from the life she's supposed to live. Some loves exist to save you. Some worlds are born from pain. And some choices mean learning how to wake up. A soft, tragic fantasy about loneliness, dreams, and choosing to stay.

THEME "Sometimes the loudest screams are the ones no one hears." This is a story of: Silence misunderstood Trauma ignored Love that learns too late And healing that comes slowly-but sincerely.....

After her grandmother's death, Mia returns to her childhood town a place thick with memories, forests that remember her name, and silences that ache louder than words. What begins as a reluctant stay soon turns into something unexpected when a reckless night leads to , Mia finding herself pulled into a world that feels strangely familiar like something she once lost and never fully forgot. Fragments of Mia's childhood resurface: a boy who taught her how to swim, a hidden treehouse library, a sunflower pendant, and a friendship that ended without goodbye. As moments with Ash begin to echo the past in unsettling ways, Mia is forced to confront a question she's avoided for yearsdo some souls find their way back to us, even after time and silence? Set between grief and healing, sarcasm and tenderness. It's about memory, fate, and the quiet magic of finding something lost... when you least expect it. 🌲✨

These are letters to myself-moments I carried quietly, thoughts I rarely shared. From regrets to hurts, betrayal to loneliness, I am learning to name what I felt, to let it out, and to find a path forward. Raw, honest, and personal, these chapters are my journey through pain, reflection, and the hope for healing.

The World of My Overthinking is a quiet place by the sea, where I sit alone on a wooden bench and talk to myself. In this world, thoughts never sleep. Questions rise like waves-some gentle, some violent-and I answer them in my own silence. There is no crowd, no noise, only the sound of the ocean and a mind that refuses to rest. This is not a story with a clear beginning or ending. It is a collection of moments, thoughts, doubts, realizations, and conversations I have with myself when the world is too loud and my mind is louder. If you have ever felt alone in a room full of people, questioned your own feelings, or overthought the simplest things, this world might feel familiar. Welcome to the place where my thoughts wander freely-unfinished, honest, and real.

NOTE:- ON HOLD TILL 15TH MARCH 2026 "Some truths aren't meant to be found. Some secrets are meant to stay buried." Ekakini Rawal lived by a simple rule: trust no one. But she never expected the trail of blood to lead back to her own front door. One forgotten file. A string of motiveless murders. A web of lies that rewrites her entire history. As the line between friend and foe blurs, Ekakini is forced to face a terrifying reality: the people she calls family are the very ones she should be running from. Blood may be thicker than water, but it's also easier to spill.

Perfection is an art, if only it turns well with work. What if it gets used in your personal life too? Life turns out to be building a set of blocks, that gets placed in the same way as the other layer before, careless of building a rooftop.

if you want me to write something I do request just lmk:]* Wildflowers Over the Tall Field of Grass is a collection of poems, thoughts, and emotions that weave together in different shapes and forms. It's about beauty growing over what already exists - delicate feelings layered across wide, open fields. new poems weekly. The title is one of my favorite metaphors I've ever written. It can be interpreted in many ways: strength and softness, contrast and coexistence, what stands out and what quietly holds everything together. Take in every word slowly. Let it mean whatever it needs to mean to you. Happy reading. 🌾

What if love doesn't have to be passionate to be real? In this story, two young people, Matthew and Ella, meet in a silence that isn't empty. They create a relationship that requires nothing more than their presence. No grand gestures, only an invisible connection that resonates in the silence between them. This story asks: can love be full even when it doesn't follow expectations? Can a person be close to another without having to prove anything?

Their LOVE is QUIET - not the loud kind, but one that lingers in unspoken moments and longs stares. SHE lives in memories of her late long-term boyfriend/fiancé, while HE lives in the shadow of her grief - loving her anyway. When SHE decides to let him go, out of guilt, HE doesn't chase HER - not because he stopped loving her, but because he finally understood that love also means freeing her and himself. THEIR love story becomes about GRIEF, ACCEPTANCE, SELF-LOVE, and REDISCOVERING LOVE IN SILENCE - where letting go becomes the ultimate act of love. BUT in the end, they become each other's STRENGTH, at the same time, WEAKNESS.

Your presence felt like being understood without having to explain.

Ever since the silence began, the world has been wrong. People lose whole days-forgotten, erased- as if their emotions are being swallowed by something unseen. Joy. Fear. Pain. All of it... fading. But Jiwoo hears what no one else can: Emotions making noise. A trembling echo when fear rises, a sharp crack when anger shatters, a low hum when grief tries to breathe. And when the seventh tone awakens inside her skull, the lights flicker- time stutters- and a voice whispers from the empty air: "Hear the seventh tone." Something is breaking. Something is calling. And Jiwoo is the only one who can hear it.

Some stories don't begin with love. They begin with silence. In a quiet school classroom, where rain taps softly against the windows, Rihaan sits by himself observant, guarded, and more comfortable with sketches than words. He notices details others miss, speaks only when necessary, and carries a pain he never explains. Priya arrives without noise, but with curiosity. She doesn't try to fix Rihaan or force him to open up. She simply notices the empty seat, the unfinished drawings, the silences that feel heavier than words. Slowly, without meaning to, she begins to care. We Never Said It First is a slow-burn story about first attachment the kind that grows quietly, before anyone dares to name it. It's about: missing someone without calling it love understanding before confession pain that enters softly, without explanation and connections built through shared silence rather than spoken promise There are no dramatic declarations here. Only rain, empty benches, unfinished sketches, and feelings that arrive long before words do. This story is for those who believe that love doesn't always begin with happiness sometimes, it begins with concern... and the things we never said first.

A collection of poems about love, silence, waiting, and the feelings we never say out loud.

A collection of poems that explore memory, love and the feelings we bury inside ourselves. About observing, waiting and fantasizing. For the calm nights. A space for our heart.