Book Reading Photos Novels & Stories

I was standing on the edge of the field, smiling brightly. My hands trembled. I hurriedly flipped through the pages of the book again in a panic. Several other photos followed, tumbling down. All of them were of me. Pictures of me reading in the library, eating ice cream in the cafeteria, even staring blankly out the classroom window.

I took my phone out and took a photo. The photo I took was not close enough to be clear. She was across the quad, and the phone's camera did what it could, which gave me a slightly blurred image of a girl with silver hair reading a book in the afternoon light. It wasn't a good photo, but I took it anyway because the drawing was based on my imagination, but this was real. I looked at it and looked at her and looked at it again. Then, because I was apparently the kind of person who did this now, I ran the reverse image search.

There was something in his expression that told her that he was waiting for a particular discovery, so she turned back to the album suspiciously. “Such kinky, kinky boys,” she murmured to herself as she flicked through the book. As suspected, it contained photos of Heath both dominating and dominated, posed and in action, bound, tied, or tying one of the others. “Group shots?” She wondered as she reached for the last album. The front page was empty. But the second page held three polaroid photographs. “Oh,” she said softly. They were of her. “I remember these.”

I take a look at her collection when my eyes fall on a photo coming out of book a little. What's that, I pull it. It is a couple photo, so beautiful . They are smiling holding each others hand. "Whose photos is this mom?" I shout hoping she come out till then I see the rest photos. I pull that book and open it. There are lot of pictures of them and they seem romantic cute couple with a perfect sincere smile . Their face seems too familiar but I didn't recognise properly.

Crystal muttered, smiling as she was led by Angelica to sit by the nearby desk, a few steps after passing the 3rd row of shelves. Angelica placed the book down with a thud before holding the hardbound cover of the said book and flipped it open, the contents revealing printed images with words citated beside or under the photos. The pages itself seemed to be slowly darkening due to oxidation and time. The pages were fragile as if they will be torn just by a mere mistake of flipping them in an unruly way, which explains Angelica’s delicate actions.

Just enough to fade into the background. She extended a box to him and waited while he opened it. “I, um… I wasn’t sure what to get you.” He peeled the paper apart carefully, trying not to rip it too badly. That notion flew out the window when the sides of the wrapping fell and he noticed the book inside. It slid out onto his hand. A photo album with blue leather and gold foiling. Swallowing a grunt, he flicked it open to the first page. I glanced over, careful to keep my distance but curious enough to stay close and saw two photos tacked neatly to the center of the page.

I can't wait to see everyone's baby photos we need for tomorrow. Mum came into my room carrying a book. She sat down on my bed and I joined her. She opened the book and I saw a lot of pictures. Some of me as I have grown up and some of mommy and daddy before I was born. Mum paged to the baby photos section and moved the book a little more towards me so I could also see. "Do all babies look like this when they are so little? I look so cute it some of these photos. Was I a cute baby mommy?"

"You're delusional, Ryan. Get out before I call the guards." Ryan didn't move. Instead, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. The edges were frayed, and the lock had been forced; it looked like a diary. My heart skipped when something close to recognition flickered through my brain. My eyes moved to the leather-bound album, and I remembered why it looked familiar. One section of the album was full of pictures of Isabelle and the situations surrounding the moment the picture was taken. It was like a documentary on Isabelle's life. She was holding that little book in one of those pictures.

There were no picture frames in his office, everything in there was related to books. She walked to one part of the shelves and took out a big book, which she wanted to read and Kill her boredom while she waited for Nolan. Immediately she brought out the book, a picture fell out of it and Layla bent down to pick it up. Dropping the book on the table, she took a look at the picture. It was a picture of Nolan and a girl. They both seemed to be teenagers. As Nolan looked so small there, with a passive look on his face.

Astrid went to the very corner of the library where the books that belong to the mystery section were located, she was fond of reading mystery genre books as well as horror. She already has many collections at home but she wants to explore more. "Nice," her eyes were fixed on a book when she read its title. "Arts of Death, photography and reasons." Her attention was immediately hooked by it so she hurried and picked it up and brought it to the selected table. Many things were bothering her mind while opening the book. The feeling of enthusiasm-her eyes sparked upon seeing the pictures from the book, trying to focus her eyes to the left page wherein a dead bird being pinned in a transparent w