Can't Stop Reading Novels & Stories

"Take us back to our son! Close the book and let us live in the silence!" "I can't take you back, Silas," the Author said, his voice dropping to a low, melodic vibration. "The 'Reader' has already 'Completed' the purchase. To the system, your story is 'Closed Content'. If I send you back now, you'll be 'Static'—a glitch that the next 'Update' will delete."

I can hear the words coming from his mouth, can recognize them as English but I can’t distinguish one word from the other as they flow along into a steady stream of babble . Because I’m too busy staring at this damn book open before me, at its script—Gavin’s flowing script—which still seems to quiver and tremble and even undulate across the page. I’m starting to wonder what will happen if I keep staring at these words, what will happen if I keep reading them, what will happen to them, to me? Will they slide off the page, down onto the dull and scuffed Formica tabletop, slither over to my hand, melt into my skin, ride my blood to my brain and burn themselves forever there? Okay.

I immediately shut the silly book closed, feeling my face flushed red in embarrassment, and I sighed. "If I really want to escape from here, then I need to set a plan on how to achieve that," I said, but still, I couldn't bring myself to read the book. My whole body was shivering only reading two lines of how the two characters were so engrossed in bed activities. I stared back at the other two books on the tabletop, "No, let me read this," I said, still holding the seducing book.

I want to stop but I can't. What the hell is wrong with me?. ✍️ Authoress Ricky ✍️ To be continued... There is fire on the mountain 🌋🌋🌋

Was that why he looked so pissed off? I couldn't decipher what I've said wrong or done wrong but what I know is that I needed to run. Run from this suffocating room. His gaze alone was squeezing the life out of me. " Wh.." I tried to speak but my voice failed me. What was I even going to say, that I will stop having coffee? " You can't stop it because he reminds you of him?" He asked, his voice filled with resentment and a wicked smile on his face. Yes, it reminds me of him but I just can't stop having coffee because I don't want to have any thoughts of him. I can forget about him without stopping for coffee. I'm addicted to coffee and I don't think I can ever stop it.

The bu‍rn of the alcohol is the only‌ thing that keeps⁠ me from s‍lamming‍ the book shut right then but the⁠re are too many pages. T‍h‌e weight of i⁠t starts pre‌ssing down on me,‍ heavier w‍ith every word, maybe it makes m⁠e‍ selfish. Mayb‌e it makes me weakbu‍t I cannot⁠ read al‍l of it. ‍I cannot survi‌ve all of it, so I s‍kip‍ ahe‌ad. My chest tightens as I fl‍ip to the part where her story‍ collides with mine. Even befor‍e I start‌ reading, I‌ know I am not going‍ to li⁠ke what I find and I am‍ right.

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“What!? Come on, go on, keep on reading, you wont leave your letters halfway will you?” “No" I replied slowly and shook my head. “I want you to read em, please read em for me.... I can't read em, I find it difficult to read em, please…” I added, placing the letters on her lap. “Styles, you are trying, just go on and keep on reading” She replied; dropping them back on my laps. “I said I can't" “you can” “No! I can't” “of course you can” “I said I can't bitch!!!”

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