Book Paper Novels & Stories

Nanny Rita said it contains some cute stuff from her high school days – a phase in her life that brought her so much trauma. She breathed deep before opening the bag. It contains old slum books and a diary with broken lock. She smirked thinking that her mother could have forced to open it. She must be disappointed to see nothing juicy about the things that she wrote there. Her younger life was boring and predictable until it wasn't. In fact, each page of her diary contains almost the same events. As she randomly went through each page, she noticed a paper inserted within its pages. She almost dropped the diary upon seeing that paper from way back. It's still obvious that it was once cru

V. The shop always smells like paper that’s lived too long, Not of just new books. The crisp clean kind people pretend to love but older ones too. Worn old books softened with time, the kind that carry time in their pages like it settled there and refused to leave. It clings to the air, mixing with the dust on the higher shelves I don’t bother reaching anymore, as the scent settles into the wood, the shelves, and my clothes. It’s quiet here…

The paper on the book looks yellowish brown. Rain barely even dared to touch it. She thought the paper might melt into dust if the book touched her hand. If that happens, then Rain will not be able to return it. "What's this?" asked Rain. "Is there anything that can restore my memories in this book?" Rain turned to Jace because Jace seemed to recognize the book.

The first page says Biology - Midterms Exam. This is the test paper! I put the paper on my desk loudly. Everyone was still looking at me. "I didn't look at the test paper. I dont know why they gave it to me." I said defensively. They might think I am cheating for the test. I picked the paper up then headed towards the front podium where the teachers desk is. I was surprised to see a book in front of the desk. It has a name on the bottom right corner. Emily Chavez. That's my name! But that's not my book.

I won’t try touching it again. Closing the box, I approached the shelves. I take out the book closest to me. Brushing off the dust, I realize it’s a strategy book, written in delicate penmanship. The paper is fragile, but the tome is bound with great care. The other side of the shelf seems to have hard-bound journals. It’s like an entire couple’s life secured in one small room. I heard a scraping sound, and I turned my head to see Robert picking up a stack of small portraits from one of the iron boxes in the corner.

I had no idea why she was telling me that but I listened anyway. "I just came to let you know that you got this, I'm rooting for you Valeria, do make me proud," "Someone is being extra nice today," I teased and we both laughed. Then I remembered the paper I found in between the pages of the book. I picked it up and handed it to Araida. "Do you have any idea whose writing is this?" I asked her. She picked up her glasses and looked at the paper for a long time without saying a word. Then she answered. "No, I don't. Where did you find it? She asked. "The book," I responded in the hope that she would know anything about it. "That book hasn't been opened in centuries by anyone, so that's why I'm

I just looked at Caleb. "Please print another copy. This divorce is happening today."

All kinds of random things were tucked between the pages. Movie-ticket stubs from outings with Mason, the gold leaf-shaped bookmark he'd given me, and the notebook where he'd collected my mistakes from old tests. I turned to the newest page and had just pressed my pen to the paper when someone knocked. Three long knocks and one short. No one else in the world knocked in Mason's rhythm.

I quietly sat on her bamboo bed and looked at her. “I love you so much, Nanay. I’m doing this for you.” I bent down to kiss her but something caught my eye—something under her pillow. I carefully pulled it out, making sure not to wake her. It was a large brown envelope. I opened it and saw a blue plastic folder and several documents inside. I went to the kitchen for more light and looked through the papers one by one. At first, I didn’t understand what I was reading. But then I opened one envelope—and my hand flew to my mouth.

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.