Silent Book Club Denver Novels & Stories

Fang City Books hosted several types of book clubs. Tonight, her thoughts kept straying to her old lover, Dex. She wondered where he was, and what he was doing ,but she pushed away thoughts of him. That was another life. Julia, one of the younger members, was already in the backroom at the bookstore. It looked out on the alley where a few of the town's bars sat. Periodically someone would stumble past after a few too many drinks. "They really should clean up this town," Julia said. "Don't you like to go to bars?"

And anyone who wants to join has to do weird and crazy things before becoming a member. Every members understands that there is nothing to do with feelings or getting attached. Melissa got to meet Dorothy at the sex club. They got to know they are both studying in the saw college but offers different courses. Everything was made easy when it turned out that Melissa’s mom and Dorothy’s are in the same book club. The sleep overs have always been the perfect excuse to have their peculiar sex. Melissa grabbed Dorothy’s hips and pulled her closer to herself. “You smarty pants!” She gave her a long kiss while Dorothy wrapped her arms around her shoulders.

He goes away while I'm staring at everyone, trying to keep myself busy with my thoughts even though I feel out of place. He returned with a canned drink; we found a spot to see and finally sat. I suck at starting up a conversation; instead, I focus on scrolling through my phone while Daniel discusses it with the rest of the people sitting with us; it's a table of four. Then everywhere goes silent; the author of the book goes to the stage, and behind the stage is a projector displaying the book with animation that accompanies it. Titled, “When I broke free”It's a middle-aged woman, possibly in her late 40s.She begins.

The reservation had been made three days earlier under Elara’s name, a private corner table at a restaurant that still treated the Lennox circle with the kind of discretion money usually purchased. Jade and Mia arrived twenty minutes late and already carrying the particular stiffness of people who had debated whether to come at all. The W******p group chat that had once held over two decades of voice notes, outfit checks, quiet panic, and sharp laughter now sat with over a hundred unread messages from the two of them—invitations, check-ins, screenshots of old photos, the slow accumulation of being left on read.

Charlotte greeted her with an easy smile, then added with feigned surprise, "Why didn't you call and let me come get you? Oh, right. I forgot you can't speak." She said it casually, like she was commenting on the weather. Nissa tugged the corner of her lips into a polite, silent smile and sat down. Charlotte suddenly added, "Oh, by the way, I ran into Benjamin's uncle yesterday. He mentioned how much they expected you two to have a baby." The atmosphere at the table froze instantly. Benjamin scoffed and said, "I'm not letting a mute give birth to my child. What if it turns out mute too?"

She’d dreamed of this for so long—and now, it was real. The shelves were filled with donated books, zines, memoirs, and poetry collections by survivors. A group of teens huddled in a circle at the back, speaking in low voices as they passed a shared notebook between them. One of the girls had blue streaks in her braids and wore a pin that read Your story matters. Skye caught her eye, and the girl smiled. River came up behind her, his hand sliding to the small of her back. “Full house today,” he murmured.

Especially since last night, he had understood and comforted her. The next days went by in a flash. The Masons had been away the last few evenings, so she and Hannah had plenty of free time. She learned to ski and got better every time. She made friends with Hannah's friends and in the evenings they went out partying. Josh didn't see her in those days. One evening, Hannah was on a date with Eddy, and she was bored. Since she had permission from Samantha to also take books from the library, she went one floor down to find the said room. She walked slowly down the rows of books. The shelves stretched from floor to ceiling, books neatly lined up. She ran her finger reverently over the spines of

Clover was awake, and so was Danise. He sat at the round table, engrossed in the same romance novel he had been reading since the day they arrived at the hotel. She rustled under the blanket as she stared at the water droplets trickling down the casement, signaling the end of the rain. Her throat constricted. She pondered if there'd be a day when her life could be free of storms. Too many things had happened recently—from the scandal to Evelyn becoming Kyle's mother and everything in between. She felt utterly overwhelmed.

Athena mused aloud. Vincent watched as Athena explored his brother's room, her curiosity is evident. He noticed her gaze falling on Nyx's small bookshelf, where a collection of classic literature stood, including works by Kafka, Murakami, and Dostoevsky. He saw her pick up a book titled "Alice's Adventure in Wonderland" and remembered how much Nyx loved reading it. "He loved that book. It was always with him," Vincent said, watching Athena's reaction closely. "What book?" Athena asked, curious about the significance of the book.

“Come in, then. But be quiet.” So she went in. The library felt less like an oasis of knowledge and culture and more like the setting for a low-budget horror flick. The reading room was dim, the air thick with the musty smell. A streak of light spilled from a distant doorway, whispering, “The murderous cult meeting is this way, please.” Linda pushed open the door and stepped into a larger room illuminated by a single orange-shaded lamp hanging low over a round oak table. The place was crawling with people dressed head-to-toe in black, all looking like extras from a Goth fashion show.