Book The Yellow Wallpaper Novels & Stories

His lashes long and dark against his cheeks, one tiny hand clutching the edge of her sleeve as if afraid to drift too far. Daniel sat on the floor beside her, back against the crib. His shoulder brushed her knee, and Theodore’s head rested against her chest as he floated between waking and dreams. In Sophia’s hands lay a book. Not just any book — their book. Handmade. Bound in soft leather. The title pressed in delicate gold script: The Girl Who Waited, and the Man Who Finally Found Her. She turned the first page and began to read, her voice warm and low, colored with memory.

He hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. Her scent, like lavender, wafted through the air, while her favorite book lay on the bedside table. The bed was made neat, but items remained that belonged to her. Clyde's eyes roamed over them all as frustration made him run a hand through his hair. "What were you hiding, Violet?" he muttered under his breath. As he moved towards the desk, something caught his eye. A piece of paper peeked out from underneath a journal. Clyde picked it up; his brow furrowed as he read the words out loud.

After a moment, I choke out, “What do I do?” “Wait here,” the older woman instructs. She rises from her seat and strides quickly out of the room, leaving me alone at the kitchen table. Fear, acid and irrational, bubbles up inside of me at her absence. I swear I can feel eyes burning into me, but I refuse to look toward the window overlooking the swamp. Just as I decide that I can’t possibly bear it any longer, Helen returns. “Here.” She places a yellowed, ragged piece of paper onto the table in front of me. It looks old, and it’s creased in a way that tells me it’s been folded and unfolded dozens of times.

5 years ago, I was blessed to open a publishing house as well. E.H. Publishing has had success with multiple top-selling books, and awards. I am grateful for my success, and the benefits packages that accompany it but, were I being honest with myself, I feel empty. It has been several decades since I felt a woman embrace. I have tried, I have tried to move on but, soon all becomes dust in the wind and I have yet to find someone who touches my soul just as my sweet Eliza did. I will never again be able to see her, feel her again.

Ashley's pov "I want everyone to read the yellow wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins. Then in a brief passage explain what you've learnt. I want this by tomorrow." Miss Fernandez states in a stern voice then dismisses the class right after the bell rings. I made a mental note to head to the school's library before going home. Sighing, I place the books inside my bag, zipping it up while looking at the clock. "What a loser." A girl whispered to her friend while they giggled at me. I lowered my head and slung the bag straps over my shoulder.

Deciding to take some books to read, I head in. The place was enormous. Rows of books cover the walls and isles. I felt like a kid looking over everything. My fingers touch each cover. Some full of dust, others really old. Intrigued, I stop on an isle that says legend and myths section. Looking at what book to choose. I approach one with a yellow cover. It looked old and dusty. Pulling it out, I read the title, “Goddess.” Curious to know, I take the book and go back. It was thick enough to have me at leas four days distracted on it.