The Silo Novels & Stories

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” I said into the speakerphone before I pressed the button to end the call to the granary in Riverton, the town to the west, bordering Silverpine’s land. During the last snowstorm, there was a leak in the roof of our silo, and the grain molded. Now we had to spend money to replace it this late in the season. We still had the grain silo for sale, but it was a catch-twenty-two, we use that grain to feed the Pack and then we didn’t profit from the sales we made from it. It was cheaper for me to buy and replace rather than eliminate profits.

Then said: “You want to know what scares me?” Elias raised an eyebrow. “You’re afraid?” “I’m not afraid of death,” Silas replied. “I’m afraid of becoming something I can’t recognize.” He looked at Elias. “You don’t know how lucky you are.” “I’m not lucky,” Elias said. “I was seen.” Silas nodded. “Then I want that too.” As the last shovel of dirt fell, Elias said: “There’s a second grave.” Silas looked up. “What?” “In your message,” Elias said. “You said bring a shovel. Singular. Not a shovel for him.”

The wet gravel lay completely undisturbed, exactly as it had been left yesterday evening. "Did they cancel the transport trucks?" Arthur whispered, pulling his key ring from his pocket. He walked up to the main side door of Silo One, unlocked the padlock, and pulled the heavy steel door open. He reached for the wall switch, turning on the overhead yellow work lights. He walked down the concrete gangway, stopping at the base of the main hopper. He pulled a heavy steel wrench from his belt and tapped the side of the metal inspection hatch. Usually, when a silo was filled with thirty thousand tons of wheat, tapping the steel produced a dull, heavy thud that barely vibrated.

The "Sanctuary" wasn't a church or a safe house. It was a brutalist fortress of black glass and reinforced steel, hidden deep in the hills far from the prying eyes of the New York elite. The SUV came to a skidding halt in the subterranean garage. Silas didn't wait for Marcus to open the door. He was out and hauling me with him before the engine had even died. His grip on my hand was possessive, his skin still humming with the silver energy we’d shared in the boardroom.

Almost. I was helping Silas organize supplies in one of the storage buildings, a cavernous space filled with dusty boxes, engine parts, and the faint smell of oil and old leather. Outside, I could hear the distant clatter of tools and muted shouts as the others worked on whatever mechanical monstrosity they were building or tearing down today.

The damp, metallic scent of the underground warehouse felt oddly grounding after the chaos at City Hall. The walls were lined with rows of steel shelving and crates, shadowed and quiet, saved from the prying eyes of the military by the low, rhythmic hum of Silas’s signal dampener. But inside, the air was anything but peaceful.

Silhouette Two I had never left my hometown. I had never had any reason to; after all there was everything I would ever need in it. A college, where I had gotten my degree, and a family business I had hoped to take control of one day. But things changed. And I didn’t know whether that change was going to become for the worst or for the better.

Larissa stated " The main offices of Di Martino empire have been surrounded and the eastern part of the building has been blown up, we need your help cause our husbands are in there even Marco and all the links lead to you " Larissa added and she froze "Valente " she murmured under her breath.

There goes my chance of ever becoming salutatorian, I sighed as I took the remote and mindlessly flipped through the channels. "Good morning," Sara smiled as she walked into the room with a tray of medical supplies. "How are you feeling today?" "I feel like someone who has been hospitalised," I joked. "It honestly sucks to not have anything to do or having to worry about an upcoming pop quiz or exam," I sighed. Sara walked over to the bed and checked the blood bag before she injected a chemical in it. "There's a beautiful garden out back and another indoor one, a library and a cafeteria," she answered, "you're always free to go there but with your IV tube that is," she smiled.

I carefully placed my lead pencil inside. “You’ll be safe here” I said. Like all the things Sorrow had touched I kept them in plastic pockets so I could never lose their smell. Suddenly a familiar old vehicle stopped beside me as I squinted to block the dust from entering my eyes. The window unwinds and Ten’s huge face appeared. “Siren!” he said out loud. “Ten” I said while picking up my bag pack. “I’ve been looking for you” he said. “Me?” I asked looking confused.