Silo Novels & Stories

Steve explained. “What exactly is the name of this company? Why haven’t I ever heard of it?” Carla asked, puzzled. So many changes had happened in this small village and she was totally ignorant about it. This company seemed to have a lot of money but she had never heard of a new company with so much money to upgrade a village into a town in a few years. With the move of things, this village would become a city in the next ten or so years. “Helling Inc. I heard they own a huge company abroad.”

DARIUS’S POV The stone walls of the Sanctuary throbbed like a living thing. Low hum vibrating up through my boots, into my bones. This place wasn’t built for prayer. It was wired for harvest. Silas lingered back in the shadows under the vaulted ceiling, half his face lit by firelight, watching us the way a trader watches his favorite position finally spike to record highs. Smug. Patient. Already counting the profits.

There is a Zen garden with a little stone shrine like a birdbath and feeder surrounded by large smooth stones and a buddha sat in the middle. The traditional house is beautiful. I remove my shoes, and Keomi opens the sliding door and we all step inside. The first thing I see is the simplicity of the house. There are silk kimonos hanging on wooden poles with the sleeves stretched out. Keomi walks through another door and I follow behind her. The furniture is all traditional. The dark black lacquered boxes with white cranes and tigers on them. I walk past a room and stop in my tracks.

SINCLAIR. The feel of her in my arms again: the way her chest presses against mine, driving me completely insane and the way her mouth moves perfectly against mine. A low groan falls from my mouth when she proceeds to slowly rock against my hardened cock– the little man straining painfully against my pants and begging to be let in her wet, throbbing core.

siphoning the destructive, jagged cold of the Weaver’s knot and transforming it into a controlled, constant chill. "The Ridge has always had an abundance of heat," Silas remarked, his brow furrowed as he threaded a heavy silver wire through a loom. "But we’ve always struggled with preservation. The meat lockers, the medicines, the delicate herbs Lady Mira sends us—they spoil too fast. We are constantly fighting the heat."

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",

"Baby" "I am so sorry , I love you so much and I don't want anything happen to you baby, this World is very bad baby you don't know" he said are hug me tightly, this is not love, this is not love. I keep repeating this in my mind beacuse this is not love it's obbession. I didn't react at all, I didn't say anything. I am just staring towards the wall like a lifeless doll. Beacuse that what I am, a Doll, a lifeless Doll.

At the end of the garden, there is a small grove of trees that always provides birds in my opinion boorishness birds as they always sound like a church full of people whispering at the same time, in one of these same trees is a swing we put there when we were seven years old. But there is a loner tree located on the right side of the door that leads to the kitchen where she always puts a cloth underneath. Lucky us that it's near the kitchen so we get to enjoy the tree's shadow and welcome the sweet fresh scent of newly baked bread coming from the kitchen's window.

Nevertheless, it makes it appear that its primary objective is to notify me that it was able to force its way inside my apartment, provided that almost all sorts of sound warning systems are completely activated. And the way this silhouette happens to look at me from the outside appears to really be implying something I have never really figured out yet. If the shadow I had seen earlier behind the tree branches is the same as the invader on my apartment, it must have been clearly not worried about being caught, having known that I had seen it. Instead, it stared straight at me and tends to make no conscious effort to conceal itself away from my view. The silhouette appears mysterious as it o

bar slowly move across the screen. ​My phone buzzed. ​Ashton: Just saw Mateo in the lobby. He said the 'Silent Treatment' is working better than a sledgehammer. You okay? ​I looked at the closed door of the 40th floor. ​Hannah: I'm okay, Ash. I think the King is starting to realize how cold it is at the top.