Book In Motion Novels & Stories

The teacher said it was on the middle shelf right in the middle row a year, I went to where the teacher told me the books were, sometimes I looked at her because she is wearing shorts that show her legs well, then I asked the teacher a question, I wanted to know if the school had a collection of books and I said the name for her and she told me she did, that's when she asked Kris to show me where the books I wanted are. -Kris, can you show the teacher where the books are, please, then she got up. I fixed the shorts and showed me the wave of the books, at this time I took her hand and looked into her eyes she stood there looking at me, she gaped, It was at this time that I spoke...

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"I'm fine, Ana. It was all in your head." I can feel his chest rumble with his words. I look up into his eyes. He looks back into mine. In a movie-perfect moment, we come together in slow motion. We each lean in, so painstakingly slowly that neither of us knows who's responsible. I don't think you'd be able to see it unless you could play this moment back in double-time. My eyes close. The tip of my nose brushes his cheek when Casper barks. I feel Ryan jump slightly, but I can't let him be torn away from me again. I grab his

I slid my glasses on and walked out of the building calm, practiced, the way predators walk when they’ve decided to hunt. The plan was starting to move. The Book was out of the vault, and the city didn’t yet know it was about to burn.

Not a scratch. Exhausted, we both collapsed to the ground, surrounded by ancient books. When I pulled the book from the flames, I realized it wouldn't leave my hand. It was stuck to my palm. "Micha—" He stepped closer, ready to help, but I shook my head. "Relax. A book can't hurt me." If only I knew. The book began to move on its own. The pages beat like a heart. Heat spread across my palm, burning my skin.

Ivana must have misunderstood his reaction because she cleared her throat and sat straighter. “I mean, it would make a great movie or series, sir. Most movies aren’t exactly the same as the books, but if we keep the main essence, it would be no problem,” his new temp explained. Calvin nodded. He liked the idea. He had to be sure he was doing it for the right person. “If it’s a book, a very popular book, the book world will go mad for it.” “A popular book?” he interrupted.

She moved slowly, and walked as quickly as she could to the book, careful not to trip on the stones which were so heated against her feet. Slowly, she knelt on the stones and pulled the wooden book from where it sat. It was like a magnet, and it firmly moved with her. Something told her that no one would have been able to hold the book except for her. She quickly walked away from the stones before they burned her foot. Something moved past her so fast that she jolted towards the left. Oh, my goodness! What was that? “Read,” a voice came out of nowhere. ‘Who are you?” Clarissa called out.

"Something just caught my eye but I can't just tell what it is, maybe I should try repeating this motion I just made" He once again tried to walk around the shelf but nothing spectacular happened. He tried repeating his motions for the umpteenth time but he didn't catch anything else, therefore, he decided to give up on the quest and resume his clumsy book search. Just when he was about to wind around the shelf again, something moved. He immediately became alert and tried to memorize what he had just seen, slowly he walked over to a book in the corner of the opposite shelf stacked in between a host of others. He gently almost fearfully hoisted the books up and pulled out the prime suspect, e

“Better than that club, at least.” “Exactly.” April disappeared into the back room, returning with a stack of books. She plopped them in front of me. “Here. Keep your hands busy, maybe your brain will stop overloading.” I rolled my eyes but pulled the stack closer. “My brain has stopped overloading, work master.” “Motivator,” she corrected with a grin.

“Keep it focused—don’t let it touch you.” Evelynn’s chest heaved. She focused on the fire, shaping it into a whip of light that lashed at the shadow-creature. It screeched and twisted, trying to evade her, but every strike she made burned, forcing it back. Each movement was precise, each pulse of fire controlled, as if the ruins themselves guided her hand.