Book Journal Spread Novels & Stories

The romance was being squeezed out. "The journal" Elara shouted, her bare knees hurt as she fell flat onto the asphalt to pick up the black leather book that was lying between them. The moment her fingers touched the leather, the blank white pages inside the journal did not just move they started bleeding. A lot of midnight-blue fluid came out of the journal mixed with the cold rain water and formed a swirling indigo circle around her ankles. The gold letters on the cover of the journal; THE MASTER LEDGER: VOLUME TWO ​flared with a white-hot, blinding radiation that scorched the skin of her palm, the unique, un-templated human syntax of her blood-infused veins screaming in protest against th

Meanwhile, I just went to the kitchen and ate breakfast alone in the empty house. … The day before I left, I went to an academic conference with my advisor, Andrew Faucher. Out of nowhere, I spotted Mom and Dad there with Jillian. Harvey was by Jillian's side, his arm snug around her waist. Dad introduced Jillian to the crowd at the venue, brimming with pride. "This is my darling daughter. She's unbelievably brilliant. She started her own tech company, and it's going public any day now." The moment the words left his mouth, the room erupted with praise, everyone gushing over how incredible Jillian was doing.

"The section holds. The journal entry at the center holds everything around it." Don wrote in his journal: The naming section was resolved. Ernest said: print the journal entry. Let it be what it is. The essay cannot contain some events. The journal's form is the correct form for the event the essay must not paraphrase. I printed the August third entry at the center of the section. The argument around it, not containing it but surrounding it. The section holds. The book holds. The pivot is printed in the correct form.

I had just finished journal 3 when I stopped. “What am I doing?” I whispered and dropped the journal, “No, no, no. Please no. Stop.” I dropped to my knees and started to collect all the pages. In a frantic hurry, I picked up each page as if they were about to fade away. Pages had landed everywhere. On the bed, behind the cupboard, under the tables, even in the bathroom. I picked up 575 pages. Each journal was a book of 192 pages… which meant one page was missing.

I asked him; my eyes lit up afterwards when I set them on the thick leather book. I stretched my hands forward, bringing it out. The front cover was a bit dusty, and with a light blow, I was able to send the tiny particles of dust flying. The moment I dropped the book on the table. It caused the papers perched by the side to fly. I went to pick them up, stacking them up on the table afterwards. My attention was back on the book, and slowly, I flipped it open. I was disappointed when I realised that this wasn’t a standardised book with contents and labelled pages; it was a journal.

my wolf grimaces uncomfortably. “You’re not wrong on that one,” I shudder, quickly flipping the page over. The further I delve into the book, the further deteriorations I can see to its neglected condition. I can’t help but notice the thread holding the book together has begun to fray, struggling to contain the historical accounts listed inside. Its layout subtly begins to shift the more I push on, gradually altering with each entry included allowing me to differentiate between the multiple rulers listed inside.

Valerie showed her what Dawn taught them before. “What does that do?” Annalise asked. “It’s to avoid creases on the spine. This way it would still look brand new..” “Oh! I see! Thanks..” She said as Valerie handed the book back to her. When the others saw this, they also did the same for their own books, making a mental note to do it this way from now onwards. Dawn’s phone beeped once again. [Keenan: Are you free tomorrow?] Dawn stared at his message for quite a while.

I ask as I spin, taking it all in. “No, so we will have our work cut out for us.” Fun. But I am glad to hear him say us. I’m not alone in this search. I walk forward and browse the books in front of me, and groan when I see no names on the spines. Pulling one out, it appears to be an old journal. Well, whatever, better get to it. I grab three and haul them off the shelf, not expecting the weight that drags down my arms as I bring them to the table.

I can also do that to know the history of JBC Publishing, but I'd rather leave that place and stay somewhere more comfortable. I scanned each bookshelf to check where I can get books about the company. There are many kinds of books here. It's divided into different categories. The first one is engineering textbooks. The second is accounting. There's business, management and the last one is all about writing and publications. At least I know where I should go next time. At the corner end, there's a small corner where the logo of the company is painted. Below that is a table with different books. The one on top says, JBC and It's Beginnings". So this is what I needed. I grabbed some books and

Almost unconsciously, he reached out, his fingers brushing along the spines of the neatly arranged books. He wasn’t looking for anything specific. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself. His hand paused at a small gap between the books, something slightly off in an otherwise perfect shelf. He frowned, shifting the surrounding books enough to uncover what had been tucked behind them. Another journal. It was simple and unpretentious, the cover worn at the edges as if it had been read often. There was nothing remarkable about it at first glance, nothing explaining why it had been hidden away.