Silence In The Library Novels & Stories

We sit there in silence for a while, waiting for the lights to come up. The place got really quiet, I watched as many people pulled out their phones and switched on the flashlights; the very few moderators that had come, made their way towards the electricity circuit to check the problem. After one whole minute, the lights weren't back but i watched as people visibly relaxed much more and continued having conversation. I feel the very immense need to keep dead silent, It's was as though someone was lurking in the shadows and i was trying to hide from it. "Kids, we couldn't figure out the problem; hold on tight, a professional is on the way." I hear one of the teacher's announce loudly. The p

One woman wiped tears from her eyes while looking toward the water. No one interrupted her. No one needed to. Tomorrow House had become very good at silence. Not uncomfortable silence. Companionable silence. The kind that sat beside people rather than pressuring them to speak. Later that night Adrian walked through the building before closing. The library was empty. The fireplace had gone quiet. The reception desk stood ready for tomorrow. Then he noticed movement near the windows overlooking the garden. The elderly man from the lakeside bench sat alone with a book resting unopened in his lap.

" Shiloh paused. She looked Manuel straight in the eyes, a faint smile on her lips. "Want me to keep going?" Manuel went pale, but he still tried to defend himself. "It's not what you think. Rainee's always been timid. She's scared of the dark. Thunder terrifies her. Whenever there was a storm, she'd grab her stuffed bunny and come to my room. "After all these years, sleeping next to her on rainy nights just became a habit. That doesn't mean I loved her..."

"It just makes you a witness." She walked past me, the scent of her lavender soap trailing in the air like a memory of a life I had never bothered to live. I stood in the center of the library, the silence of the house finally closing in on me. It was a perfect, stable, Moore-approved silence. And it was the loudest thing I had ever heard.

" Boom— The thunder hit like it was aimed at me. Like something inside me just ripped apart. I wanted to vanish. To curl up somewhere no one could see me. But where? It was all rain. All thunder. All his voice, laughing. Then William called. "Joelle?" His voice was so calm, it cut through everything—the thunder, the rain, even the echo of Nathan's voice. "Are you crying?" I wanted to say no. Really tried. But nothing came out. And like my silence gave him the answer, the tears just broke loose. "Stay where you are," he said, steady as ever. "I'm coming to get you." *** Nathan was single again. A bunch of spoiled rich kids threw a "singles party" at the club, drowning in shots and laughs.

"If I were her, I'd probably pretend to be mute and stay silent for years too. That voice is enough to make anyone want to gouge their own ears out!" My desk was kicked over, sending all the books scattering across the floor. Alice yanked my hair hard, then she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "I'm talking to you, Summer! Your mute act is over, and now you're deaf? Can't hear anyone, right?" I shoved her with all my strength. "Let go of me!"

A bookmark for a page I hadn’t dared open yet. The next day, the voice inside me said, Go to the library. So, I did. I stood outside for a full five minutes, pretending I was just passing by. Then I pulled the door open and stepped in. It was warm. And quiet. Not like the silence at the Velvet House. This was soft, living silence. That was good for studies. A woman behind the desk looked up. Her hair was grey and neat. Her sweater had flowers stitched into it. “Can I help you?”

Lucien’s Pov Arnaud and I strolled towards the library, we didn't say much to each other. As we entered the building, the familiar scent of old paper and leather book covers filled the air. We moved through the half opened doors, the fragile murmur of calmed dialogues and the mix of turning pages were the only sounds breaking the quiet. Arnaud moved closer, his voice low but audible. “I’ll clear the library, Alpha. We require silence for this. You can’t work with distractions.”

A soft sound floated through the silence, then it grew clearer… a low moan, I held my breath, my skin prickling as I stood there. Another moan echoed, this one followed by a few grunts "Oh...fuck" came a voice, there was a sharp intake of breath, a murmured "Yes" followed by a chorus of muffled moans. The shelves behind the makeshift door rattled, vibrating against the wall. Who on earthwould have sex in a library? I thought, horrified by the sounds I was hearing.

BUT THIS ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• IS PRESENT DAY. ANYWAYS, PLEASE ENJOY! ༻☆✫☆༺ The Goodwill library was a sanctuary of knowledge and silence. Tall wooden shelves lined the walls, filled with countless books that whispered secrets of the past and promises of the future. The soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of pages turning created a soothing atmosphere. Students were scattered throughout the library, some hunched over their computers, others buried in textbooks, all lost in their own worlds of study and contemplation.