1984 Novel Pages Novels & Stories

“Feels like I’m not getting the whole package or so. The feeling of turning each page and… the smell of the book. The, no ads popping policy..” He nodded negatively and stared at me “Okay?” I hummed having an idea. “Fine, you can have the book but on one condition.” I said. “seriously?” he asked with a disbelief look. “Yeah. 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72…” “25 pages.” He cut me off.

What was it doing here? I picked it up and was scared to open it. The terror of reading the things I had been accused of doing to Stacie made my fingers grow cold as I rubbed the corner of a page. I finally found the courage to open the book, but the pages were empty. "What? What is this?" I began to flip through frantically and reaffirmed that the pages were devoid of any writing. The only words in the entire book were on the very first page. "The pain of life is only so accurate to the one who feels it first hand..."