Book Picking Up The Pieces Novels & Stories

A terrible sound of breaking things jolted everybody around. The man in his study room — as he was having a meeting with some of his partners, flinched in his spot. He grabbed the edge of the table and a sigh escaped him. He looked up at the members and gave them an apologetic smile, uttering, “I shall go out and check. Excuse me.” He got up as all of them just nodded. He left the room, his body posture a bit nervous but then, he squared his shoulders and walked ahead until he spotted the scattered pieces of an antique vase lying near a table, placed against the white wall.

Mei pondered about the events that happened as she ate her sandwich. She got up and went into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. She decided not to waste her time and give up her thoughts to go get a good nap. On the way to the room, she bumped into a table nearby. As the books on the table fell on the floor an old photo slipped out from one of the books. She slowly bent down to pick it up. A single tear escaped from her eye as she looked at the picture.

Alice had gone and Kendall wasn't back yet. I sighed as I looked at the Intensive Care Unit Josh was rushed to. I brought out the book the address was written. I wish he didn't see this book. Even after everything, we didn't get any clue and Josh even got hurt. A tear dropped from my eyes onto the book which I was holding. I looked at the book as if it was the cause of all mystery as I tore it into pieces with annoyance. I stepped and trampled on it after tearing it apart.

Right now, he was confused about how I knew these things and wondered if I somehow had evidence against Bianca. Just as I made the final step, he realised I was up to something. That was it. I gripped the hammer from his hand and pulled it away. But he used his leg to trip me. I fell on the floor, and soon his sturdy body pressed me to the ground. He almost broke my wrist when he got the hammer again. When I tried to use one of the self – defence moves I learned recently, he read my thoughts and wrapped a hand around my throat. I tried to scratch his eyes, but then I choked. I couldn’t breathe. Soon my vision became foggy with black dots in it. Again, the last thing I saw was his cursed, f*c

Her eyes flickered back to the past for a second, focusing a few seconds later. I used the hot glue and tape, setting to work. The result made me realize mending books was not a suitable career choice. It still looked like a tattered old book, but at least everything was held together. I had glued one of the pages on backwards, making the page numbers not quite add up. The cover had been taped back together, but was still missing chunks. The entire process filled me with the first shred of relaxation I had since coming here. I felt like I was piecing back some parts of my life. My heart was still shattered, but was being held together just like this book. The thought was comforting, that eve

My note is missing. The discovery stuns me and the book falls. I pick it, shake it, flip the pages but there is nothing. No note. Closing my eyes, I inhale and exhale slowly. This doesn’t mean anything, it means nothing. Someone else might have taken it, it might have fallen off and the cleaners swept it. I jam the novel close and shove it back to its rightful spot. After wiping my palms on my jeans, I begin my walk of shame out of the library.

With a furrowed brow, I carefully pulled the books out. A cloud of dust sprung up as something flopped down onto the shelf. My eyes widened; it had been pinned behind the books. And as I pulled it out, I realized that it was exactly the book I was looking for. My heart practically leaped out of my chest as I snatched the book off of the shelf. The pages were yellow and brittle, but it was still fully intact. I thumbed through it as carefully as I could, straining my eyes to read the faded text.

Now, it's time for the other- Damn, she forgot the box! She slapped her forehead in frustration. Fifteen minutes and she was done with it. It was quite easy because it was already arranged accordingly in the box. Now, IT IS time for the other pile! She squatted and started with the ones at the bottom of the pile. The way she was doing it was like a robot who had been programmed to just pick and drop. Pick and drop. Pick and drop. She paused suddenly. A particular book had caught her attention. It wasn't like the other books. It was just... black! No title. No picture. No description of what the book was about. Nothing! Just a dark hard cover.

I am getting way too clumsy for my own liking. Pushing myself up by my hands I stood up and grabbed the book.It was an old world history book whose pages were falling off. As I gathered the pages from the ground and arranged them a half torn paper fell on the floor. Irritated by the papers I slammed the book on the nearest table and bent down to pick up the paper.With paper in my hand I was about to put it inside the book when I noticed the painting on the paper. It was half of the painting of a locket and a few lines were written beside the picture but one can not clearly read as the half of the paper was ripped off from the side .The locket was my main focus . Though I could not say whethe

After setting her alarm, she went to bed. I looked out at the cold, dark night. It was about 14 degrees Fahrenheit outside. I thought it was fortunate that I was dead. If I'd stayed out, I would've become a human popsicle. I flipped through Mom's schedule. She was on the afternoon shift tomorrow. I recalled what I read in a book about mortuary restoration. By tomorrow afternoon, I would look all the more terrible. I wondered if Mom would cry if she saw my corpse. Mom was awakened by a call from the police. They finally found my family's contact.