Write about somebody who likes to work in silence.

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“Whispers in the dark ” by Holly Guy

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Yes, it’s true that I have done bad things. Awful things. But can you really blame me? My illness had spread through my limbs like water off a cliff, penetrating each and every nerve, clipping them so I felt nothing. Even now, I feel nothing. I had heard the voice of God and it was sweet! In my dream, he called out to me, opening those warm embracing arms for his child to come to him. I obeyed his call like a lamb to the slaughter. But, please, don’t judge me so harshly. How can one resist God’s beckoning? There are plenty of reasons w...

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“The Dartist” by Sharon Hancock

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Warning: Some reference to mental health, and of course, Violence and gore.***** She adjusted her eye patch and focused her one, good eye on the infinite potential of the blank canvas. Tongue between lips, she paced on silent socked feet …turning, visualizing, imagining. She felt the hum of inspiration that sprouted in the back of her mind; growing and blossoming as it crept forward in her consciousness. Tapping the end of the paintbrush on her lips, she cocked her head and narrowed her eye. On her next inhale, she saw it; t...

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“Vigil” by 𝔊𝔲𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔩𝔲𝔭𝔢 𝔗𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔯

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Candlelight gleams on the wooden rafters overhead as the chanting of The Exsultet fills the darkened church. Then the voices of the choir swell in multiple responsorial Psalms, and readings are intoned as flames flicker atop the white wax tapers the congregation hold in their hands. A quiet thrill goes through me as I listen to the first chapter of the book of Genesis - “And the earth was void and empty, and darkness was upon the face of the deep; and the spirit of God moved over the waters.” Though I can hardly see it in the sepul...

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“Drip, Drip, Drip” by Jordan Williams

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Taps don't drip when you are on the float, a leak comes out but simply pools at the faucet until someone notices the bulb and cleans it up. Physics was funny that way. Tightening pipes and checking valves is half of your life when you are on an old shuttle barely rated for space flight. The taps weren't the only thing to leak, but they were the only thing that dripped when you were under thrust. Drip, Drip, Drip. Any leak was louder and faster the higher the burn. Anything close to 1G changed it from individual sounds to an e...

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“Silence Is Deafening” by Brie Leishman

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As far back as any of the scholars had recorded, the Royal Library of Hercynia had always existed. There were simply no reasonable explanations as to when it was built, or by whom. Most theorised that it was built by monstrous slaves once the humans had won the war and laid claim to the fertile land. There were some however that held the belief the library came to be by the very same beings they moved to enslave. History was a fickle thing when written by the victors. Morrigan supposed that if the library had been here first, and the pal...

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“Hobo Jesus Wants his Weed Money” by Jonathan Park

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Hobo Jesus says he’s returning to the wilderness soon. Forty-days and nights of fasting, solitude, silence, and temptation. Up in the mountains. When the snow melts. For work. He says. Before that he asks, “Don’t you still owe me some ganja?” The day is dark grey, cloudy and cool behind my sunglasses, but Hobo Jesus is wearing cargo shorts and a green t-shirt with “Heaven is a Place on Earth” in purple print, peeling across the front. He squints and shades his eyes looking up at me, so I squat down beside him on his concrete slab.&nb...

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“heartbeat” by Claire Creely

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I've always liked the sound of silence. The absence of sound is the catalyst for ideas and the perfect condition for success. Or so I always thought. Some will use music to bring ideas to light. Lyrical words rush into their ears and morph into new ones as they flow out onto a page. I've never been that way. Even the pouring sounds of soothing rain or deep, dark thunderclaps irritate me. Oh how I wish the calming waves of a blue, powerful ocean could help me sleep or get anything done. That the constant turning of a fan's white noise would c...

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“And I remain silent” by David Aguirre

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A year ago I asked my co-workers to stop talking to me. They gladly accepted. My working days have been in absolute silence ever since. This is a matter of mere professionalism, and has nothing to do with me being weird. I'm not saying I'm not weird. It is a fact that I'm a phenomenon; and not the charming kind, but the kind that makes you take your child's hand and say «oops, it's getting late, we'd better get going». And I think that's probably the reason why my job fits me like a glove.I don't like talking about my job. People tend to tri...

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“Turning Back Time” by Emily Hardcastle

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I prefer to work in silence. The yowls and mews of my apartment and the incessant barking above make it impossible to get any work done, therefore I’m left to find a new solution. Some place quiet. Some place vast. Every time I walk up the marble steps to the front doors, I think aaah – this feels like home. I knew it the first time my rough hands pushed open the glass door and my old, worn shoes clacked against the marble as if they were made to dance. That’s how you should feel at home, right? As if you could dance, s...

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“Darker Lipstick ( 1st book in series)” by Jerell Potts

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If I rub my ruffled fingertips into the lining of my jacket one more time, the bartender will continue to make that face. That face that will expresses a lightning bolt of discomfort. His lips squirming with pre paid insults about me that only live in his head. Those awful slights would expand outwardly and grow fungus in the ears of his co-workers. But That would happen on my departure, he sadly would have to wait.Tapping my glass seemed pompous so I tried to say my drink order out loud . This part was a struggle for me, and clearly wasn’t ...

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“Whispers of the Past” by Tarin Santos

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I used to achieve top marks in my class before coming to this university. Now, no one is perfect, but I might have been. Nearly perfect SAT scores, a GPA that was technically higher than a 4.0 and honors opportunities left and right. I likely could have applied to Ivy League schools and got in. Thinking back, I should have applied just to see if I could. But I didn’t. I knew I wanted to come here. There was something that drew me to the old buildings. Something that pulled me towards lifetimes of history and knowledge. I didn’t feel the nee...

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“Sulley working in the shadows” by Eve C

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Sulley was introverted, non-compliant and non-conformist, he was pretty orderly and organised as compared to most people his age. Since his early childhood years he had never as much as liked large companies of friends, or even smaller groups of people. He stuck with his own ideas and appeared to be conceited to people, but in reality, he was just shy and awkward in social situations, and so it registered in his mind that he was better off being reclusive. Sulley was a teenager who loved technology, he would often watch vide...

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“The Course of Silence” by Fred Gallagher

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The Course of Silence Whenever he arrived, Hack found the outlying fairgrounds where he would be working and located the tents where the help stayed. Most times, though, he would pick out a little clearing in the woods nearby, where he could be by himself in the way he wanted to be, no braggarts abounding or drunk dutchmen acrobats or fights over women or with women. Then he’d look for a local structure (a barn was usually best, though he’d settle for an airy chicken coop, if need be, or even a low limbed elder, or willow) where he could fil...

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“A Day In a Life” by Maryam Ahmed

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Michael July 4th, 2022 Collage Counselor Office, It's the first Monday of the month. Most Americans are now partying or planning to. Most labors are given a holiday also. But not for us, not for the greatest Collage Counselor office. Not the one where the greatest Ambrose work. Fine with me though. I don't have much to do outside the office. And I like when collage studen...

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“Silent Music” by Fred Aiken

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The noise never stops. I guess if you want it to stop, then you have to stop it yourself. Or at least that’s what I’ve come to realize. I had this house specially built to filter out all noise. The house I’ve lived in for nearly forty years. The windows are hermetically sealed and soundproof. The walls were reinforced with several layers of concrete, insulation, and some specialized audio killing foam made in a lab by some MIT whiz kid I hired to eliminate the possibility of any sound coming into my house. I don’t think I was supposed to do ...

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Write about somebody who likes to work in silence.

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✍️ 25 stories

“Whispers in the dark ” by Holly Guy

“The Dartist” by Sharon Hancock

“Vigil” by 𝔊𝔲𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔩𝔲𝔭𝔢 𝔗𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔯

“Drip, Drip, Drip” by Jordan Williams

“Silence Is Deafening” by Brie Leishman

“Hobo Jesus Wants his Weed Money” by Jonathan Park

“heartbeat” by Claire Creely

“And I remain silent” by David Aguirre

“Turning Back Time” by Emily Hardcastle

“Darker Lipstick ( 1st book in series)” by Jerell Potts

“Whispers of the Past” by Tarin Santos

“Sulley working in the shadows” by Eve C

“The Course of Silence” by Fred Gallagher

“A Day In a Life” by Maryam Ahmed

“Silent Music” by Fred Aiken

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Write a story about a librarian that doesn’t fit into the common librarian stereotypes.

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