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And I agree. Everything will be back. Everything will be good again. This chapter is finally done, and now a new book--a new story--gets to start.

He’s done sleeping but he remained lying on the bed. “Do you have your book with you?” He suddenly asked Alice. “Hmm, book?” “The one you’re reading last time.” “Uh, yeah. I have it. I’ll get it.” When she returned next to him, he asked her to read it. “I’ll listen to you.” “Do you remember anything from last time or should I start from the beginning?” She flipped the pages until the first chapter. Conrad grimaced, “Can you start over?” “Sure.” Alice was fine with it. It’s her favorite story, after all. She could memorize more lines with repetition.

There are so few views, now that Goodnovel provided me a platform, but I am more than happy to continue this story and perhaps, make it my first completed novel. So now allow me to talk about the novel itself. I have talked to my editor about it and I came to know that my first few chapters are quite odd. The beginning chapter itself barely had any conversation. Well… To be honest, it can’t be helped since I wrote it on my first attempt in writing. I have no background. No experience. I read. I read. I read a ton. I was very smug about my memory since I could remember all sorts of details from hundreds of chapters back.

Trees lined the roads, and the distant hills spread like a sleeping city. Niya looked back and saw Reena in the mirror. “So… what were you reading last night that made you so late?” Reena took a long breath and said, “Ugh, don’t even ask. That story’s villain is so stupid!” Niya laughed and asked, “Villain? So what kind of book were you reading?” Reena closed her eyes and said, “Man, the hero clearly says no, so why does the girl keep chasing him?

Tanner whispered. “Newbie huh. This is going to be a piece of cake!” Chase yells from the other side of the table. “Oh, it’s on!” Jack says. I have to start first; the first ball I throw I miss. Shit is it just the nerves? What is it? I need to focus. Everyone starts laughing. “This is the way you play newbie! Haha, loser.” Chase says laughing. He scored on his first shot. It’s my turn again, I try to stay focused and aim correctly, I end up scoring. My eyes open wide, I have to drink what's in the mini cup because I scored. I drink it quickly, eww, so bitter.

“Never. Marcus was sick from the minute he was born. As the boys grew, Marcus became sicker, so I moved the family to the country, hoping it would cure his aliment. It didn’t. I kept Matthew away from Marcus, mainly because I didn’t want the boys to become close and have Matthew mourn his twins’ death when it finally happened. Soon, I took Matthew and moved to London to prepare him for his title. His mother died and Marcus lived with his grandmother. It was during those years when his body finally failed and took his life.” Although the story was sad, familiarity nudged at her memory. Where had she heard this tale before? If she wasn’t mistaken, the sad story sounded so much like… She gasped

He kept flipping through the pages until he reached the last page, which I had written last night. [To the person reading this diary, [If it's you, Barry, I'm sorry. Forcing you to come to your senses in this way might be frightening, but I had no other choice. [If it's you, Calvin, I love you, and that has never changed. But I don't know who you love. [If it's Susan, congratulations. You've won, but the game isn't over yet. [If I'm already dead... The show enters its second act.]

But in Bryer’s chest, it was thunder, loud and chaotic and impossible to ignore. He shifted his weight, glanced down at the book again as if to reassure himself it was still real. The Sky Beneath Our Feet. That was the one. The out-of-print novel Raegan had mentioned weeks ago over lukewarm coffee and crumpled napkins at the diner down the street. He remembered the way she’d leaned forward as she talked, elbows on the table, hands moving animatedly like she was trying to pull the memory closer. She’d lit up, eyes bright, voice warming as she explained how she’d stumbled across a battered library copy in high school and had been chasing that feeling ever since.

"Close the notebook." "Walk away." "And I will leave this world untouched." The library became silent. The First Reader said nothing. The gray-coated man remained still. Even the little girl waited. No one could make this decision except Adrian. He looked at the blank page. Then at the endless shelves waiting to be filled. Slowly... he placed the tip of the Pen of Beginnings against the paper. Instead of writing a sentence... he wrote a single word. Imagine. The notebook burst into brilliant golden light.