Blowie Book Pages Novels & Stories

"Found anything?" "No." Avery said. "Just this book that appears to be large and old," Cornelia explained. "Did you say old?" Mia asked. Cornelia nodded, and Mia dashed over to her. "Give me the book." Cornelia bent down, carried the book up, and placed it on the table. The dust was so thick that the girls began to cough. Mia covered her nose with one arm while dusting the book with the other. "Let's see what we can come up with in there." Mia flipped open the cover, which was quite heavy. She was taken aback when she couldn't find anything. As she began flipping the papers one after the other, her gaze met the rest of them.

“What I’m about to tell you stays between us, got it? There’s something in you, something strong. Your grandmother had it too. It’s powerful, and it can scare people if they see it. So, you keep it hidden, and you only bring it out when you really need it.” Chloe nodded, wide-eyed but silent. Her mom pulled out a book, old and heavy, the leather covers a faded greenish black. She flipped through the pages, her fingers brushing over the worn edges, then stopped. Mumbled something under her breath, sharp and quick, and sliced her palm with a small blade. Blood dripped onto the pages, and the book seemed to shudder, the pages flying open on their own.

moving on to the next page. The husband, i paused at that, did i skip a page? my eyes travel to the previous page yeah, i was just reading on the capo i expected a continuation from there not another topic entirely. when my eyes travel to the bottom of the page it said page 4, on the next page its numbered page 18. what the hell? It seems some pages are missing, when I take a closer look at the middle of the book gasped, more like ripped out. "Some pages are missing" I said out loud.

He said before handing it over. The book was only a little larger than my palm, and the pages were so few that I frowned. Can this even be considered a book? Nevertheless, I flipped to the first page, only to see a blank space. But on the second page, I paused. It was a sketch of a black mark, very similar to the one on Lena's shoulder. There were no words written under the mark, so I flipped to the next page quickly. The next thing I saw was the mark staying in, and I furrowed my brows. On the next page, it was the same thing, and on the last page, what I saw was an enormous black wolf, having a hint of brown and white to its fur.

I wanted it so bad. The pages started to move on their own, flipping like a breeze was blowing through. But the windows were shut tight. A cool wind picked up anyway, messing my brown hair and chilling my neck. I stepped back, my breath coming quick. From the pirate book, a swirl of gray smoke rose up, thick and salty-smelling.

“...under the cold sun, there comes a fair lady falling from the sky. The maiden lay there basking under the heated sun, upon her arrival, the trees made way. A huge gust of wind came waving in arc, cutting everything it touches. The tree…” The words after that were faded by the multiple words it got mashed up in before this page. It probably got wet and the ink went through some of the pages. I flipped through the pages of the book gently, and all of the words were mashed up together with the words before the page just like the old yellowish paper I’m holding. I opened the other books, not minding the dust that flew in each book I opened. They had the same condition – faded, ink mashed up t

My tears rolled and crept down my face and landed between the pages beneath and on my chest. I take the corner of the cover carefully and hold it between my finger and thumb. I open to a blank page. I then keep on going and I see writing on all pages. "Poems." I breathe. Most are written in blank ink, some in pencil. All of them are drawn with a careless yet wispy style of writing. His writing. I keep on turning the pages in awe. My eyes can't keep up with the endless stream of words. I reach the end of the book.

Most of them have only one picture on the page and are a quarter of the size of a regular book. "Shit." I say quietly. "I can't believe it still costs ten bucks for a book that only has six pages. I can get a two hundred page paperback at the grocery store for the same price." Tiffany smirks. "But does your two hundred page paperback have fur like this touchy-feely book with a tiger on the front?" "It has fur?" I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages.

Pushing the other books aside, Kiara opened up the book. On the very first page was an oath, and the rest of the pages were blank. She turned the book upside down and flipped through it again, and still the only thing in the entire book was the pledge at the very first page. She picked up one of the other books she tossed aside, she flipped through them and they all had words written on every single page. Biting a side of her bottom lip, she decided to read what she saw.

Every page in that book carries the day's mess on it. That week has none. I turned back one sheet. Then forward two. The letters are the wrong shape. Not by much. Somebody has taken care over it, and somebody has had the book in front of them while they did it — the loops rounder, the pen pressed harder, and on the sheets either side of it that is not how the numbers get made. Nobody cut a page out of my book. Somebody copied a week out, wrote it again, and put their version back in.