Broken Books Novels & Stories

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My hands were flat on the surface in front of me. Then something inside me broke. Not cracked. Not fractured. Broke. Completely. Catastrophically. Like a dam that had been holding back an ocean for months finally giving way. I stood up and grabbed the edge of the desk. I flipped it. The massive oak structure crashed onto its side and sent papers and maps and pens scattering across the floor. The lamp shattered. Glass exploded across the stone. I grabbed the bookshelf next. Ripped it from the wall. Books rained down around me. Their pages fluttered like wounded birds.

Patience moved into the library and saw the second thing that told her all was not well. Lying on the crimson, mottled carpet were the torn and tattered remnants of many, many books. They were piled high, pages screwed into balls or shredded, the bindings and covers buckled and broken. It was a sorry sight, a scene of literary carnage. As Patience moved forwards her foot caught something and she glanced down. There, glistening in the lights overhead, were Agnes Clutterbuck’s reading glasses. Patience picked them up and her eyes went back to the heaped mountain of books in the centre of the room.

Zaviers hand went to his shoulder right when he went to stand up. I quickly turned around and power walked to the book because I could feel the need radiating off of him. Blake was looking at me with a soft smile that had me smiling more. I quickly looked throught the pages until I stopped on the page that read. 'Broken souls.' I wouldve been confused if I hadnt passed soul breaker a few pages back. I rubbed my hand over the page and watched as a gold ribbon slowly came out of the book. The ribbon twirled around Blake in a graceful manner. The ribbon slowly attacted itself to his body. "I cant move." Blakes panicked tone had me praying that this was right.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

I have no choice than laying beside him all night. Getting a sleep beside him is completely impossible. I think I could never get it. So, I reach out for the book in the drawer next to his bed. It isn't a novel. It's a finance book. He was studying a finance book. I put it down as I have no interest on reading his finance book. I grab my phone and visit the A****n kindle and start reading a novel from it. And I don't even realise when I get asleep. It is the first night, I don't dream about anything. It is just a sleep. A plain and around sleep which never happened to me after he left me alone and after mom died.

Something about doomed lovers was so much more interesting than just a simple feeding issue. I let my eyes trail over the words in the book. They were hand written, and fading in certain places. The pages were stained and cracked, but it was clear Breyona's Mom and Dad treated their books with much love. The pages had a heavy gloss over them, protecting them from further damage. The words were darkened in some areas, and made much clearer through the mending of Breyona's parents. "Just leave it there when you're finished." Miss Shelby smiled, "Oh and be very careful. That book's older than you are."

I tore through the study like a madman. Books. Bottles. Chairs. Everything hit the walls or broke against the floor. But nothing, Nothing could change the fact that Emma left me like this. “Emaaaa!!! How dare you do this to me!!!”

Tan stared down into the glass of whiskey he had in his hand. No matter how deep or how long he stared into the brown liquid, he couldn't get the image of Gabby's face, the last time he saw her, out of his mind. He really messed this one up big time. The memory of Gabby flipping free his hand was engraved in his mind. At what point would the alcohol stop the memories from intruding his thoughts, he often wondered and even after downing shot after shot. Even if he ever survived this phase of his life where he felt like his heart was ripped out of his cage whenever he was sober, his liver might have a hard time catching up.