365 Day Book Novels & Stories

"The fourth book is available only to the reader who has been inside a long accumulation long enough that the ordinary day is the deepest thing they know." Ernest looked at him. "The ordinary day is the deepest thing." "Yes," Don said. "The deepest thing available to the person inside the accumulation. Not the significant events — the naming, the trips, the books. The ordinary day. The Wednesday with thirty years of Wednesdays in it. That is the deepest thing." He held Ernest's gaze. "The fourth book argues that the ordinary day is the deepest thing. The sequence of four books has been approaching this argument from the beginning. The first book is about where we are. The second is about wha

How many would he have by day 365? I went inside and locked the balcony door. It wouldn’t keep him out. Nothing would. But it was mine. A choice. I picked up The Prince and opened to page one. If he wanted me to learn about power, I would. Just not the lesson he thought he was teaching.

Caleb’s offer felt like the only straightforward thing in my life right now, even though it was a totally bad idea. “I… I don’t know,” I said, looking away. “I have to think about it.” He nodded, not pushing. “Take your time. The offer stands. Text me if you need anything. Even if it’s just to talk.” He gave me one last small smile and walked away, leaving me standing there with my thoughts spinning. I started walking back toward the penthouse, my feet moving on autopilot. The campus paths were busy with students heading to afternoon classes, but I barely noticed them. My mind kept replaying the sponsor’s words. Twenty-four hours. Pack your things. Return the keys.

It had not. The seller came toward me. I pointed at the books. “More?” She said something in Aedrathi. I caught none of it. Then she held up six fingers. “Six?” She nodded. I frowned. Six books? I already knew that. Then she pointed toward the street and repeated herself. Oh. “Days?” Another nod. Six days. More stock in six days. I counted automatically. Tomorrow I worked again. Then another workday. Another. Another. Another.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

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It was more for Kendra's sake, but Demitri would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy an excuse to spend more time with his friends. Every Friday after school, Kendra, Steve, and Kyle would join them for book club. They each took turns picking the book, but as usual Becca and Demitri were the only two that actually cared. While they had written summaries and detailed notes about the book, the others brought blank paper most the time so they could catch just enough facts to make it seem like they read it.

I would prefer to talk to June until her short attention span remembers my bald head. "How many classes a month?" I asked June. "Maybe fifteen to thirty," she said. "That's almost every day," I pointed out. "He really has no romantic bone and I think he needs as much rebranding as he can get," June said. I couldn't even tell if she was being serious or just saying, but she did look really serious. After a while of talking about her husband and his inability to be romantic, she went back to asking if I was a monk.

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