Book Stuck In Neutral Novels & Stories

I’ll wait,” Shanice replied dismissively and picked a random book off the table. Serena didn’t force her after that. Silence reinstated itself. “I’ll get the book,” Serena stood up from her chair to get the book. She crossed over to the shelf. She reached her hand up to grab the book, but unfortunately, the book was kept on the top shelf which happened to be way above her head. She rose on the tip of her toes and stretched her arms as far as she could to get to the shelf but to no avail. She sighed in frustration. She couldn’t understand what was the point of stacking books on a shelf which most students can’t get to. She tried again, overestimating her abilities, and lost her balance. She f

Reiya: Turn to the last few pages of that book and you will notice something. I opened the book and started surfing the last few pages of the book and to my surprise there really was something in the book. A page torn in half and in the half that was still attached to the book were three letters that ended at the torn part and seem to have no connection to everything that I have learned up to date. Those letters were ''NEA-''

And moments later, a thick leather-bound book fell in my hand. *THUD* "Urgh!" My right hand couldn't hold the whole book up so it fell on my right foot. "Goodness! That hurt so much." I held my right foot with both my hands and winced in pain. Why is that book so heavy? After a few moments the pain slowly disappeared. I finally took the book from the ground and opened it. The leather binding has fancy marks in it and has title imprinted on the front.

It was strange, but she shrugged it off, focusing back on her disastrous circumstance at hand. Beads of sweat broke over Tara's forehead as the car pulled in front of the door. There seemed to be no one waiting at the door for a welcome, and she was evidently thankful for it, sighing at the sight of empty door. She waited, for Donavan to get out first, but as he eyed her, motioning at the door, she got out first, suddenly afraid to lose her foot in nervousness. Enzo had already gotten out, he didn't look in a mood of taking his head out of the tabloid in his hand, forcing couple files in his armpits.

she handed the book back to me as if to rid herself of it. "It's stupid. Everyone has a different journey on this Earth so the advice that's listed it's useless," I found myself trying to put the book back on the shelf but I still couldn't reach. "Ren honey, put the book on there," there was this silver rectangular prism that stood right below my waist. I placed the book on its surface and it immediately vanished from the platform.

I am surprised that nothing happens. I throw a the remaining shards of glass and wait again. Nothing happens and I am pleasantly surprised. There is no motion trap. I look around and find a book lying haphazardly on the floor beside where I landed. It is big enough to cause a shift in the balance of weight in the floor boards and I decide to use if to test the weight sensitive trap.

All because of one rude motorcycle bump and a rescue I hadn’t asked for. I continued to the library, needing peace and a good book to distract myself. The massive building was quiet and comforting, with rows of tall shelves and sunlight filtering through high windows. I found the section for my business ethics reading list, but of course, the exact book I needed was on the very top shelf. Typical. I dragged a sturdy stool over, climbed up carefully, and reached high on my tiptoes. My fingers brushed the spine—just a little more… The stool wobbled beneath me. My balance shifted, heart leaping into my throat as I started to tip backward. Oh no—

After the purge and tea, I read my lifesaver and took off to the library around few minutes past one. I walked cautiously, trying my best to make as little noise as possible. Finally, I got to the library. It was the shelf two shelves after the door on the farther right side of the library. I traced the shelf, tracing my height to where the book I pushed in was. When I finally found the book, I pushed it in, watching the shelf turn. I was still where I stood. Then I realized that the floor space an inch away from the shelf was also part of the shelf, so it always turns with it.

She spotted a wooden stool just beside the case and stepped up carefully, balancing as she reached again. The edge of the book slipped from her fingers. She stretched further. The stool tilted under her weight, causing her foot to slip. She let out a small scream as the ground disappeared and then... Arms caught her.

As she tumbled backward, she felt the heavy bookshelf begin to tip with her. She braced for the impact of the floor, but it never came. Instead, a pair of strong, solid arms caught her mid-air. A loud thud echoed through the room as the bookshelf slammed into the man’s back, books raining down around them like heavy hailstones. He let out a low groan of pain but didn't let go. Stella opened her eyes. The stinging pain in her leg, where the books had struck her, faded as she looked up.