Deku Notebook Pages Novels & Stories

I don't know how to do this differently. He held the notebook for a moment. It was thick now—nearly full, the pages soft from handling, the spine cracked in several places. He'd written in it almost every day, sometimes just a few lines, sometimes pages. It was the record of something he didn't have a name for yet. He put it in the duffel, where it would be safe.

It must've been sitting here for God knows how long. My eyes roll down the scribbles of letters, words and drown in them quickly. The words looked like they were handwritten with a quill. The cursive was beautiful. I skimmed my finger down the rough paper touching the dried ink that had been written down the table of contents. 1. The Full Moon........... page 1 2. An Alpha..................... page 22 3. A Beta.......................... page 44 4. A Gamma...................... page 69 5. An Omega...................... page 88

The notebook is a cheap spiral-bound thing I bought in a stationery shop in Brooklyn three weeks ago, before I knew what I was packing for. The cover is blue cardboard, already soft at the corners. Inside are eleven days of transcriptions, every deed and manifest and shipping record I have translated, every note I have made in the margins, every photograph reference I have logged. The pages are filled with my handwriting, small and precise, the handwriting of someone who learned early that words left room are words that can be used against you.

He flipped through it, and every page of the notebook was filled with words, written neatly and elegantly. He turned his head and said, "Mom, I found a notebook!" Yasmine had just finished blow-drying his hair. She turned off the switch and placed it on the countertop, then took the notebook from Layne's hand. This is a pink notebook that is approximately three centimeters thick, with a matte leather cover and a very good texture. Yasmine opened it, and on the title page it said, "To my beloved daughter." The time was recorded four years ago.

The first thing I noticed was the notebook. Soft leather. Ivory-colored. Elegant but simple. My fingers brushed across the cover, and my heart skipped when I saw the gold foil lettering pressed perfectly into the surface. A.D. My initials. How were they able to do that! I slowly opened it, running my thumb along the thick cream pages. The paper felt expensive…smooth, almost silky. The kind of notebook you wouldn’t want to ruin with messy sketches. The kind that made you want to draw something worthy of it.

I pluck his notebook from his hand and thumb the pages. “This is gonna get wet. You need a good coated paper. I got this from Mrs. Dee. She uses it to print her resume. See how I taped a few sheets together so I can do a few square miles per map?” Cadoc bumps my upper arm. “You’re holding it for her?” His lips are soft and curving slightly. Tentatively. It’s a joke. Do I find it funny?

Thursday brings the larger notebook. It arrives by post, a proper package, carefully wrapped, the specific care of someone who ordered something important and wanted it to arrive intact. Théo opens it at the communal table after breakfast with the focused attention he gives all things that matter, removing the wrapping without tearing it, which is a habit that Celeste told me he has had since childhood and which she considers evidence of a temperament that respects the effort behind things. The notebook is dark green, larger than the previous ones, with a heavier cover and pages that are thick enough to absorb both ink and pressure without bleeding through. He opens it. He runs his hand acro

It would’ve been rare if I didn’t find something I liked. This time, it was a thick spiral A5 notebook. The hard cover was an abstract motif in blues, with a discreet white crescent in the upper right corner and a little white star by it. The pages had the lines in navy blue, and the crescent and the star outlined in light blue in every upper right corner. It was love at first sight. It was calling my name like a siren, and I refused to ignore it.

Thе nail fіlе іѕ tiny, аnd has a рlаѕtіс tоrtоіѕе ѕhеll hаndlе. Thеѕе things аrеn’t еvеn ѕlіghtlу іmрrеѕѕіvе to me аt first glаnсе. I’m looking for wеароnѕ, and wауѕ to escape. But I сhаngе mу mind whеn I ѕее the pages of thе first half of thе notebook are fіllеd wіth flоwеrу, cursive ѕсrірt.

And that it may be the perfect time to recreate those things. ---- Some of the pages in DEOS weren’t revised. The rest of things that were mentioned in the DEOS remained mystery to those who are aware of it. Still, most are oblivious about it. Some of the pages that were kept as it is, is; The tenth page of DEOS- Yon yu aghe deruyuu (Rivers that flows from above)- The page is written as a song. Although no one knows what a song actually is, the word ‘’song’’ is still passed down and is kept even after the DEOS is revised.