Book Pocket Size Novels & Stories

"You don't have to be self-conscious. You wanted more information on the Luna's though, right?" "Right," I said with a nod, breathing an internal sigh of relief. He began to drag his fingers along the spine of the books, and I just stood back and watched. "Aha," he said at last, plucking a book from the shelf. It was a decent sized book, but nowhere near the size of those around it. "This is the history of the Luna's for the past century." "A whole century and it's that small?" I asked in surprise.

She held out the pads I had just taken from the shelf. "Thank You!" I want to leave quickly. "Wait, looks like you need some help?" asked the woman, pointing at the object I just took and put back in the basket. This is so embarrassing. I could only look down and try hard to cover my face with the hoodie. I was confused and didn't know how to answer the question. "For daily use, you should choose a smaller size. Usually, this brand is packed with pink packaging. As for night use, you can choose a larger size. You can choose the dark blue packaging."

"No return address." The package is small, rectangular. Brown paper, twine tied in a clean knot. Deliberate wrapping, like someone took time. Ava perks up. Medication forgotten. "For me?" "Let's see." I pull the twine loose, peel back the paper. Inside: a hardcover book. ‘The Paper Bag Princess’ by Robert Munsch. The cover shows a girl in a paper bag facing down a dragon, crown askew, determination written across her illustrated face.

He does back, almost reverently, while I get down to my knees, and dig it out of the ash and leftover wood. And there it is, in all its glory. It is large; significantly large for a book, about two hands wide and two hand spans long. As Quain lifts it out of the debris, the air seems to thrum around it. 'Did you see that?' I gasp. 'What?' he asks. They both look genuinely confused, so I know they cannot see it. Why, though?

This thing is absolutely priceless, a must for traveling too. Luna didn’t have one, yet she was willing to give it to Alex just like that, which was very generous of her. Alex then inserted his spiritual conscience into the area within the storage purse and realized that it was around ten cubic inches, a rather large space considering it was just a purse. Most were just a few cubic inches after all. If one only had one cubic inch, the owner could only store some important personal items. Surprisingly, a sword and a worn-out talisman were inside.

“What in the world?” She turned on the overhead light and opened her bag wide, pulling out the larger objects, like her wallet and makeup bag. Nearly everything was out, and the journal wasn’t there. It wasn’t a huge book, only about the size of her palm, but it was thick and heavy, so there was no way she was missing it.

said the man with him. “What time is it now?” the man asked, looking at the cover of his black notebook. 21:21 written in golden letters on the black leather cover turned into 21:22. “We still have some time. Let’s grab something to eat,” the man said, dragging the other with him. It was then I noticed that almost everyone roaming on those streets had one such pocket notebook. It was the size of a mobile phone and probably was the phone of Blank Space. Anyway, I had the information I needed.

I really should ask mommy for longer skirt, even with the high knee socks keeping me warm, I still was at risk of diaper flashing. "Here let me help you" a guy says next to me, he was taller than me but not by much, definitely not as tall as daddy. He got me the book and handed over to me, his eyes did a quick travel on my clothes, hair style before smiling at me. "Here you go little one" he said making me blush, I think he just saw my diaper! How embarrassing can this day be.

It was small. She registered that first — the specific dimensions of it, smaller than a standard notebook, the kind that fit in a jacket pocket, dark green cover with a worn quality that was not aesthetic but actual, the wear of something that had been handled regularly over a period of time. She registered the weight of it, which was the dense weight of pages that had been written on rather than the airy weight of pages that hadn't. She registered the particular quality of its closure, the elastic band around it in the way of certain notebooks, the elastic gone slightly loose with age. She held it.

*Good. I steal a glance at my parents and they seem very engrossed in the game. I begin to pull out the small book slowly. *It's not like Rune's going to know if I take a peek at his book.* *Oof. Alright. If it is indeed a diary, I'll put it back.* Holding that thought, I take out the book. I peer at the small green thing that is an inch longer than my palm. It is encased in old leather and there is a pencil attached to the side.