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A giggle echoes, but only left it all into that wherein it only replies. “Very well.” With a snap and the response of the book that made it all clear to her and three times than before, the voice is with someone higher than what she could think and holds it all be. The book opens, breaking free of her grasp, as it flips its pages and stops unto the certain page with the still blank image of the said holder with the profile that says even more and deep than the rest. “I see.”

Lisa asked, still reeling from the words Juliet was saying and the amount of zeros on the cheque that she clutched in her hand. “Lisa, honey, this is going to be the book. You’re already a popular author and you’ve been on the best-seller lists, but this is going to make you number one. This is your break-out book.” It seemed odd to Lisa, who had been writing full-time for years and living quite comfortably on the income she made from her book sales, to discover that she had a ‘break-out’ book on her hands. Was this her ‘overnight success’ moment? She guessed it was true what they said, overnight success stories were years in the making.

Despite myself, my body responded to his touch, every movement from him. As his fingers twirled down my skin, he seemed much more confident this time around, now that he had a reason for doing this. A proper reason for slowly stripping me of my clothes, intending to ravish me like he had aimed ever since he saw me. I was powerless to resist, to do anything, but just at the crucial moment when he was almost done with slowly taking off my clothes, the door banged open and someone barged in.

"Okay, okay , Dianacia nodded as she waited in the circle of doom . I flipped through the pages of the book but before I could get a hold of how to break the spell, a large wind came whirling around and flipped the book out of my hands to the ground, all efforts made to reach the book was fruitless and then suddenly the wind turned into the almighty Greta, the dreaded one . “Hello Children, " Greta said .

Jeffrey and Melanie held their breaths, and moved faster! They had rummaged through all the exotic-looking collectibles on the shelves, but moving them did nothing. They started flipping through the books on the shelves. One book after another. Suddenly, Melanie sensed something special about a book. She felt a cut across the side of the book, and instinctively reached out to press the part that was dented in… Whoosh! The shelf opened up to reveal a crack in the wall. The crack wasn’t huge, but it was enough to fit one person through…

"People can sleep here if they need to. The owner believes books should be accessible to everyone." I wandered through the aisles slowly, pulling random books off shelves, reading first lines, getting lost in the chaos of it all. Vincent followed at a distance, letting me explore. In a section marked "Poetry," I found a slim volume with a worn cover. I opened it randomly and read: "We are all broken. That's how the light gets in." Something about those words hit me harder than they should have. "Find something?" Vincent appeared beside me. I showed him the page. He read it and smiled slightly. "Leonard Cohen. He understood brokenness better than most."

Not a word… just that. And it undid me.We left together, all four of us.No shouting, no slammed doors, no courtrooms or threats.Just a strange, broken quiet.But sometimes, broken things can still hold.Sometimes, they hold even more.And this? This was the beginning of something else.A signal in the dark and we were all listening now.As we stepped into the cold, no one said a word but Aaron didn’t let go of the book. I didn’t ask for it back maybe this was how it began, without grand gestures or perfect lines.

--- And Fear Not of the Architect. But of what this could turn into. --- Cassian Steps Closer “You could walk straight into something you can’t get out of.” --- Aria Doesn’t Flinch “I already did,” she said quietly. --- That Hits Because it was true. She had stepped into his world. Into this war. Into something she still didn’t fully understand. --- The Difference Now At least this time— She was choosing it. --- The Final Push “I’m going,” she said. --- The Line Breaks

It was 8:30am. "I have to go check on Noel.." I mumbled. I got up from bed and brushed my teeth and headed out of my room. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed Hazel sleeping peacefully on the couch in the living room with a book in her hand. "Did she fall asleep while reading?" I smiled and walked towards her. On my way, I ended up bumping into the marble vase on the table beside her and it shattered on the floor with a loud clank. Surprised by the loud noise, Hazel woke up and stared at me, and then at the floor where the broken pieces laid.

I know it's not healthy, but it's a gimmick I can't ignore. The title is: Randomness: tales of an ordinary girl. HM, OK. Let's go. “I'm Moniquinha, an ordinary girl. Even if you don't relate, it's okay. You may be an exception, a bright person, a special girl. And that's the amazing thing about it all: being different. Because, like I said, I'm pretty ordinary. And from the height of my normality, this book of randomness was born. Small texts, from short stories to chronicles, with experiences and bitterness; reflections and hope.