Silent Running Book Novels & Stories

Raia tried to look serious and avoid stuttering but his eyes can't look more real as he kept looking away from June. "Where did you get that book?" June asked him pertaining to the books he was holding. "H-huh? What do you mean? I borrowed this from the library," Raia replied then he held the books tighter. June slowly approached him while keeping his eyes on Raia. "That book...we saw it in Mr. Rayven's office..." June stated then stopped in front of Raia. "T-this is not... It's a different book," Raia can't stop stuttering while his eyes keep looking at random places. He didn’t notice that one of the books he was holding is already familiar to June. He didn’t even expect that June would eve

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

He tasted like coffee and safety. They broke apart, breathless, foreheads pressed together. The room stilled. Neither spoke. Not yet. Curled against Evan, Aanya slipped into sleep, lulled by the quiet rhythm of Evan's heartbeat - her own private lullaby.

The water was clear enough for me to see every rock that covered the bottom of it, every color could be seen. "Subhanallah" I whispered as I heard birds chirping around me. The first time I talked my throat felt like sandpaper no one said a word when it came to my past, they knew it all from going through the journal that had been my only companion in the darkness I came from, I didn't say anything when Myra returned the journal to me with tears in her eyes and I looked away from the sympathetic gazes of my family.

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

Bleeding. SILENCE

The silence came like a held breath, silver noticed it when she woke. She lay still beneath the furs, eyes open, waiting for the familiar brush of sound along the edges of her thoughts. The whispers had become a constant companion over the past weeks, unwelcome but predictable. They curled through her mind at odd hours, pressed into her insecurities, named her fractures with cruel intimacy. This morning, there was nothing, no murmur or presence. Her chest tightened. She sat up slowly, pressing two fingers to her temple as if she could coax the sound back. The quiet stretched, deep and unnatural, like a forest emptied of birds, it was too still.

I pulled it on, the hem falling to mid-thigh. I climbed into the stiff, cold bed. My body felt like it was made of lead. I reached for my phone, flicked the switch to **Silent**, and shoved it under the pillow. Within seconds, the darkness claimed me. **NATHANIEL** I was lying in the middle of our massive bed, staring at the ceiling. The silence of the room was deafening. Every few minutes, I checked the time. *1:00 AM.* *1:30 AM.*

They had taken some of the cost. Another time, they walked into an area of complete, deafening silence. The Hungry Silence. It pressed in on them, seeking to devour their thoughts. Lyra, terrified, began to cry, but no sound came out. It was Kael who acted. He didn't hum. He stomped his foot on the ground. Just once.

Sebastian might think he’s broken me. That I’m just a mute girl he can toy with, twist around his clever words. But I’m watching now. Closely. Every breath he takes, every lie he tells—I collect them like arrows. One day, I’ll aim them all back at him. He doesn’t realize that silence can be louder than any scream. And I’m done waiting to be heard. The moonlight slides across the walls like a silent observer, casting long, trembling shadows that move when I do. I sit on the edge of the bed, one leg bent beneath me, my back pressed against the carved headboard.