Silent Running Book Novels & Stories

Selene is realizing that silence has a lot to say. It isn't just an empty space. It grows, filling up all the little gaps, like the space between one breath and the next, the times when her gut used to scream warnings. When she wakes up, she can feel it pressing on her back, and it sits behind her eyes if she goes too long without speaking. It doesn't feel mean, but it's not friendly either. It's just... there.

Left them in the fridge—don't forget to eat! But the last note she ever wrote? [Wil, Earth's just too bitter. I'm heading back to Planet Bunny! Don't worry—I'll visit often! (#^.^#)] William was always swamped. School, the company—his whole life felt like one endless war. But when the battles finally ended... All that waited was her cold body, pulled from a lake. She had tried. Really tried. Joined support groups—depression, aphasia, whatever she could find.

There's something fragile about how quiet the room is. My phone rings. Timothy. I watch the name blink on the screen, and my fingers tap the green button before I can stop myself. His voice comes through the speaker, too high and yet so soft, “I miss you alrea—” I press the red button so fast, my fingers trembling. My father coughs, a sharp sound that makes my blood run cold. Did he hear?

The only thing left of them was the scent of pine, musk on my skin, and the dull ache between my legs. I wrapped myself in a heavy wool blanket and sat by the fire, my body still humming from their touch. I couldn't sleep. My mind was racing. To distract myself, I picked up the silver-bound book they had left on the table. I turned the thin, yellowed pages until I reached a chapter titled "The Moon-Silence."

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.

Listening. Not silence. Not court. Monitors. Breathing. Ivy. Isla. Hallway. Creak. Alex. Sleepwalking. To bathroom. To water. To back. Safe. Outside. Waves. Not mad. Just there. Gate. Not knock. Not truck. Just wind. Bear. Snore. From hallway. Loud. Not guard snore. Home snore. _Silence. Bedroom. 10:06 PM._ “It’s noise,” I said. “But it’s ours.”

The same mark of the ancient Guild of Authors. But beneath it... another symbol had been added. A black circle. The First Reader's face turned completely pale. "No..." "An Author has joined the Silence." The lighthouse door slowly opened on its own. Darkness poured out like smoke. Then... a calm voice drifted across the empty shore. "I've been waiting for the next chapter..." "...Adrian." The White Book closed by itself. Its cover changed once more. Only four words remained, glowing in silver. THE SILENCE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING.

" 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..."

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

WE SPENT THE next few minutes in silence just wrapped up in each other and not saying anything. I was glad that we didn't need words in order to know what exactly each was feeling or wanted to say. "Do you think we should read now?" I asked. "Or maybe later?" Nick shrugged but nodded nevertheless. "Yeah I think we should do that otherwise I might not be able to keep my hands to myself any longer," he said with a smirk as I got out of his hold.