The Silence Of The Night

On this particular day, the area was in total silence. If a student was typing up a document, everyone can hear this subtle sound. I saw all the desks were taken by some students doing various things such as: doing

Then the speaker came on "chchchchchch are you chchchchchch there chchchchchch honey anyone in there"

Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.

“Don’t do that!” I shouted while putting up a hand to try to stop Savannah from throwing another stone. “That one’s nice. She fell asleep in my mama’s lap before.”

Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.

as peaceful as my house right now. One day we were getting home and my dad was opening the door, but it was already open so he asked

After interviewing primarily night shift nurses, PCNAs, patients, patient families, the floor nursing manager and all five assistant nurse managers about “Quiet Night”, I was able to pick up on what was the root cause of the low score on Quiet Night on the HCAHPS survey score for the unit.

Yet, just behind the silence, almost too insignificant to even notice, there was a faint hum. Like the buzz of an electric fence or a fly hovering by a window somewhere. Constant and pulsing, it compelled Avi to open her eyes.

After the silence really set in, I started noticing sounds that were really soft and intricate. The mechanical movement of the clock in the room behind me, which unlike the tick-tock of a regular Quartz movement, sounded like it was in harmony with the bell of the elevator outside, almost creating a melody that would fit in a modern hip hop song. For the few remaining minutes, I noticed the sounds I heard during the whole experience repeating themselves in a similar pattern, which might be signifying the infinite loop that is life. Sound is such a constant thing; we do not even think about it. When I first sat about to complete this assignment, I did not expect to hear much at all. After a few minutes into sitting alone and silent I realized that sounds that are typically drowned out in the din of modern life become unbearably

Deafening silence fills the room, the sound of my breath, the beating of my heart are the only ways to break the monotonous silence. The sound of my heart

"Jake?" I whispered. "You in here?" Everything was silent, the only thing I heard was Joel yelling. I then heard a voice but it wasn't very

Looking back now I wish I had treated my sister for nicely, but it was simply typical actions a big brother would do to his little sister.

Mabel had known there would be silence. That was the point, after all. No infants cooing or wailing. No neighbor children playfully hollering down the lane. No pad of small feet on wooden stairs worn smooth by generations, or clackety-clack of toys along the kitchen floor. All those sounds of her failure and regret would be left behind, and in their place there would be silence.4

This can be overwhelming to the listener. Knowing when and how much to utilize silence is part of listening, one of the key skills of any musician. “Just because you can’t hear it doesn’t mean it’s not music”

for a bit. As I was doing so I heard a noise. It sounded like someone