Blank Page Notebook Novels & Stories

It seems to be something quite important to her. “Yay! Here it is!!! I finally found it.” Anna took a notebook with a black cover. The outside was covered with a leather cloth, and although the edge of the cover was worn but visible, this notebook was very well preserved. Flipping the first few pages, Anna happily read the contents of the notebook written by hand. At a glance, all seemed to be formulas and some sample solutions for math. Anna put the old notebook on the table, took the pink paper that had been straightened, and read the topic on it again.

He thought: the next correspondent gives the practice what the previous correspondents could not. He put the fourteenth notebook on the shelf in its correct position. He went to the stationer's that afternoon and bought the fifteenth notebook. He brought it back to the office and put it on the desk beside the drawing board. He opened it to the first page. The blank first page of the fifteenth notebook — the attending not yet attended to, the vocabulary not yet given, the first honest observation not yet made. He picked up the pencil.

"You don't have any clothing in there? You have an entire bag for stationary?" "I need my notebooks," I reply defensively. I twist my lips at him in annoyance. Who is he to challenge my life? But then again, we're in this together. So maybe he should have a say? I dismiss the thought outright. Fuck that. I pick up my favorite notebook, a 300 page pink and white "monstrosity" as Emma calls it. It's gorgeous really, shades of pink crossing it with white flowers and rhinestones scattered over it.

The notebook's cover is a half blue and half pink and there's a bold lettering for the word 'mommy'. 'Is this a dairy?' He smiled again and took the notebook out. He sat on the floor and began to flip the pages. At first, it is just only an introduction of who is the owner and what she feels at first. 'She wanted to talk about something with me but she can't utter a single word when she has changed to speak.' He scanned every page of the notebook but found that some pages have torn. Meaning, some important notes and has a critical truth about how Sandra feels has been missing.

When he rushed out, his spiral notebook fell from his desk. I picked it up. A pen and piece of blank note fall from the pages of the book. I put them back and returned the book to the desk. But there was something strange about that one piece of blank note. It reminded me of something. I try to think hard. Of course! I know now. The blank note is the same colour as the note that was given to Gwen by the guy whose identity is still a mystery. It was mustard yellow like this. It must be a common note colour these days. I wouldn't know since I rarely used such notes.

It was just a nondescript notebook, the type a college student might use for class. But when I looked up at Nicholas, his face was beet red, betraying that there was more to this than met the eye. “Look inside,” he said, clearing his throat into his closed fist. “It’s… not empty.” Frowning slightly, I flipped the notebook open. My eyes widened as I saw that the composition book was, indeed, not blank—but rather filled with writing. Nicholas’s handwriting, to be exact, with a cursive chapter marker on the first page.

Purple-blue, shaped like fingerprints. Her arms weren’t much better. But she didn’t cry. She reached beneath the loose floorboard instead. There it was, her notebook. Her lifeline. She opened it, flipping past pages of sketches, bus routes, diner shifts, forged letters, practice signatures. Everything she needed for her final week. But when she reached the last page.. She stopped. Her stomach turned to ice. A page was missing. The jagged tear was unmistakable. It hadn’t fallen out. It had been removed.

Just from that, it was obvious. As she examined each book, she suddenly stopped when she opened one about flowers. She read through it, and because it was thick, she decided to check other pages. But when she started from the back, she was startled to find a notebook-sized insert with a white floral design. It was placed right between the pages, as if the book had been hollowed out or carved to fit the notebook. “What’s this? A secret notebook?” Atasha asked in surprise because the notebook was completely unnoticeable unless you flipped through the book. She took it out, closed the book, and then opened the notebook.

But atleast you have tons of money, right? All the documents are mostly in a color blue cover. But there is a pile of papers that are in red. Maybe it’s themost important documents? Should I read it? But what if It’s a secret? I’ll get into trouble again. But I don’t care now, I’m already in a trouble so it won’t add.

She walked toward the window and opened it, letting in a burst of fresh air and sunlight. Examining the room, Athena noticed the dark blue bedding on the bed and an old-fashioned yet aesthetically pleasing desk. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she opened the drawers of the desk, finding empty ones and then some filled with notebooks and pencils. She picked up the notebooks and noticed that each page was meticulously measured. Opening one of the notebooks, she found it empty except for a small drawing that resembled Einstein sticking his tongue out. "So he has a hobby after all?" Athena mused aloud.