Silo Novels & Stories

Every sob felt like it echoed off the walls, making it sound even louder. After there weren’t any tears left to cry, I stood up from the ground and surveyed the cell. In the right corner, there’s a pile of hay with a blanket on it. I would assume that is the bed, and in the left corner is a metal bucket with a reeking stench coming from it. I approach the bucket with much caution, covering my nose in the prosses. As I peek over the edge of the bucket, I could feel the vomit appearing in the back of my throat. I gagged, and luckily, I didn’t throw up. The bucket is used for a toilet. It is absolutely revolting. How could they just leave it here to rot? They are supposed to dispose of it.

The one who was supposed to save me, and stop all of this from happening? I bent my head on the table and I couldn’t stop the sobs that racked my entire frame. This is what I had feared. Wilson & Son was our only collateral apart from the house so it was clear that if I didn’t clear a huge chunk of the debt, that was the next thing that the bank was going to target.

The vertical supports were bowing outward, the old mounting bolts screeching as they tore loose from the damp concrete wall. "You can't change the ending, Silas," Sebastian called up through the dark, his voice slightly breathless now but losing none of its structural density. "The script was settled when Stacy hit the return key. You're just a dead letter that hasn't been sorted yet." Silas struck the lock one final time. The brass shackle sheared with a sharp ping, and the massive, four-ton iron conveyor assembly swung loose from its moorings, its rusty counterweights dropping through the center of the silo with a low, hydraulic groan that vibrated through t

"You did a good thing tonight. Silas's men used to do worse, and nobody ever hit them back." "Good things don't fill stomachs," I said. "We're going to be short on bread by Tuesday." The old man leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low hiss. "Silas was a paranoid dog. He didn't trust the main granaries either. There’s a space, deep under the old ventilation shafts. He called it his 'insurance.' Only the lifters knew it existed, and most of them are dead. But I remember where the doors are."

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

an old man sang his joy away. Murai cleaned his face with his palm. He hurled the decapitated head away, and it landed on the ground, rolling over and over again. He ran down to join his brothers in gyration. They danced in excitement, swinging their hands in a dance of honor for a man due for it. When they were tired, they settled down on the ground, anticipating an explanation of what had just happened. Murai was ready to tell them. He still couldn’t believe it himself. What had just happened? Now that the adrenalin had finished pumping, he was faced with the reality of his actions.

Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" ***

"What are you talking about?" "The final vault," Silas said, his grip tightening. "The core of Project Thorne is locked behind a biometric wall. It does not use passwords or fingerprints. It uses the Blackwood signature. It needs the specific DNA and retinal patterns of a direct Blackwood bloodline to unlock the final stage."

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Lila stood in the doorway of the media room, twelve years old and already carrying a stillness that most adults found unsettling. Her green eyes stayed fixed on her mother. The diastema showed when she spoke again, quieter but no less exact. “Why do you stay with that animal?”