Silence Stories

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 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"

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?

In Age 783, following the events of Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero and the Volume 24 of Dragon Ball Super Manga, Earth face unseen forces. They move in silence, triggering events that will alter the balance of the universe and challenge everything its defenders believe they understand. As hope begins to fade and the balance of existence trembles, the future of Dragon Ball is pushed into a new direction... One where survival matters more than victory. Dragon Ball ND narrates how major changes, unexpected events, and a far greater threat reshape the future of Dragon Ball.

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.....

The Cost of Being Reliable is a reflective long-form essay that examines how dependability, often praised as a virtue, can quietly become a burden. Written from the perspective of a university student, the piece explores how responsibility shifts from a choice into an identity, and how expectations-academic, social, and emotional-accumulate over time without being questioned. Through lived experiences, careful observation, and thoughtful reflection, the essay reveals the invisible costs of always being the one who shows up: emotional fatigue, suppressed resentment, loss of rest, and the gradual erosion of personal boundaries. Rather than condemning reliability, the work challenges readers to reconsider how it is practiced and at what personal expense. At its core, this essay is about awareness and balance. It invites readers to reflect on their own relationship with responsibility and to imagine a form of reliability that allows for contribution without self-erasure. Quiet, honest, and deeply human, The Cost of Being Reliable speaks to anyone who has ever carried more than their share simply because they could.

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?

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.

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.

"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.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" My voice broke at the end. Aariz remained stoic , emotionless. "This is how it was supposed to be." He turned to leave. "NO..no. You don't get to decide that.You can't leave . Not without any explanation ." I ran and stood in front of him. I don't care if I am looking desperate at this point. I want him to talk. "Say, Aariz." I said as my eyes teard up. "Tell me the truth." "I can't ." He looked tired. Painfully exhausted. "Then why did you do this? Why did you marry me?" My blood boiled , a sheer fury ran through my spine. "To let you go. " Then.. Then.. He went away . Just like that. Like he never came. ______________________________________ 'You should have let me in , not let me go Aariz. We could have made more memories together and I could have cherished those. Now we simply don't have the time." My eyes red, my voice wavering, my body shivering. "We will make the best use of the least time we have, Noor." His eyes promised me , just like his words.

Loud Silence speaks of moments where silence isn't just quiet, but says much more. These prose pieces are written from thoughts that rise in calm, not in noise. Sometimes to face oneself, sometimes simply to pause and feel. If you understand the words that say everything without being spoken, Loud Silence is for you. Vote & comment if it made you feel something 🤍 - SlntVoice

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. 🌾

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. 🌲✨

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.

Some stories don't need to be told. She doesn't explain, she doesn't defend, and the world decides her story for her. A cold wave brushes her shoulders, whispers follow her every step, and every glance feels like judgment. Silent, careful, balancing a fragile world only she can see-she carries the truth alone. In a world that misunderstands quiet strength, how do you survive without losing yourself?

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.

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.

They say the mothers of today's generation want their daughters to be independent. They also say that the past was better, simpler, more virtuous. But was it really? If the old times were truly so good, then why did women feel compelled to change? Why do today's mothers insist that their daughters stand on their own feet? This novel is the story of Anju, told entirely in her own words. Anju is a middle-class woman from the millennial generation who lived sixty years of her life much like countless women of her time-quietly carrying responsibilities, suppressing desires, and accepting roles that were chosen for her long before she understood them. Through her memories, she revisits a world shaped by tradition, expectations, sacrifice, and unspoken rules that governed a woman's existence. As Anju reflects on her life, the reader is invited to question the nostalgia surrounding the "good old days." What was it about that era that forced women to adapt, endure, and eventually seek change? What did independence mean then, and why has it become a necessity now? This is not just Anju's story-it is the story of an entire generation of mothers whose lives quietly laid the foundation for the freedoms their daughters now seek.

Some words are never sent, not because they aren't true, but because they were meant to stay. Unsent Letters is a collection of quiet thoughts, unsaid feelings, and moments that never found a voice. Written for those who feel deeply but speak softly.