Silent Running Book Novels & Stories

Dreaming reality itself. And now… For the first time… She was awake. 😨 ⸻ 🌙 The Silent Sky A strange silence spread across existence. No explosions. No collapsing worlds. No destruction. 💀 Just silence. ⸻ The kind of silence that comes before something impossible. ⸻ Even the Nameless Hunger stopped moving. 🖤 The Father lowered his head. 🌌 Elian closed his eyes. ❤️ And Memory Ilyaan felt a strange warmth inside his soul.

"OK!" Breakfast was fast today, fresh snow had fallen during the night and everyone wanted to hit the slopes first. Nobody noticed that Hannah was missing. Alissa already had everything ready an hour after breakfast, she sat on the sofa in the living room and took the remote control. But there was just nothing decent on TV and she turned it off after a few minutes. She went to the bookshelf and took out a novel, the title sounded promising and so she decided to take it with her room and read it comfortably in her bed. In the past few months she had read a great many books; she had had nothing else to do. She shook the thought away and opened the door to her room on the second floor. She thre

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

Lila I⁠f‍ there was one thing I’d learned over the las‌t six weeks, it was that silence could be loude⁠r than screaming. It pres‍s‌ed agains‍t my ears whe‍n I woke up and fo⁠llowed‌ me through the apartment. It curl‍ed beside me in bed at nig⁠ht‍, heavy and patient, wait‌ing for me to break.

"It feels too quiet. I keep waiting for another message, another alarm or another problem to happen." "Quiet is something we worked hard for, " Silas said softly, kissing her neck gently, his breath warm on her skin. "Quiet means there are no people controlling us from behind." He walked over to the black desk, picked up a thick book that came earlier that day and started flipping through the pages. The cover was blank. The first page had a special name on it. "Speaking of our accomplishments " Silas said, smiling slowly as he looked at the pages. "The numbers are in your book.

Thanks belonged to other rooms. She opened the book to the first page again and, without announcing it, began once more — not for Lucia, who was sleeping, but for herself, because saying the words out loud made them true in a way thinking them never would. The fox set his paw on the path. The trees stood where they had always stood. Behind her, a man who could have turned the moment into a rule decided again not to. He gave the story his silence, and the silence did the rest. When Siena paused at the end of the page to listen for the monitor’s reply, it came, patient and exact.

11-BEING HIM Athena woke up in an unfamiliar room, her senses immediately assaulted by an eerie silence. She lay there quietly, keeping her eyes closed, trying to gather her bearings. The beeping of the machines that surrounded the bed matched her breaths, the only indications of her heartbeat, her existence in this strange place.

It was unbelievable that people could really do such evil to a nine-year-old child. Tears started running down my cheeks without me realizing it. My ear suddenly caught the noise from the railing sirens which I knew belonged to police cars. In this part of Mino City sirens were music to our ears and death was the song to our lips. I stared at the flying moth which kept flying around and around the light bulb. My eyelids started feeling heavier and heavier until I finally lost light. ~ ~ ~ ~ The whole history lesson my eyes were focused on Sorrow who was seated on a desk located on the third row as I carefully sketched him on my sketch book. The tapping of his pen on his calculator was music

Someone laughed. Someone said goodbye. Eventually, the house fell silent. Nate remained awake. He hadn't moved much. He sat on the edge of the bed staring at his phone. A message from Micah appeared. Micah: You okay? Nate typed: Nate: Yeah. He wasn't. But he didn't know how to explain that. Another hour passed. Then came a knock. Three quiet taps. Nate froze. He knew who it was. He stood slowly. Another knock.