Endless Reader Scratch Novels & Stories

A smile of a devil. He hold out a hand and then reached for her face. He caresses her small pale face with his big palm and long fingers. He touched and tapped her cheek gently with his thumb. It was cold. Her face was cold and she was close to having frostbite. He frowned at the texture. It was unpleasant to touch. His thumb went to her lips next. He rubbed it and instead of feeling the soft, delicate, and plump feeling he always felt before, his thumb felt a whole different texture. It was rough as sandpaper but as his finger wandered, he touched a sticky liquid.

I could very well lose my child and the love of my life forever. The End =============================================================== Thanks for reading!

What a beautiful scar indeed. THE END.

He nodded and submitted our evidence. It was the complete redemption record for every single scratch card from the book Mom gave me at the start of the semester. 20 minutes passed. The judge frowned and looked up. "We have verified the codes on this book of scratch cards. Indeed, everything the defendant has provided is authentic. "This book of scratch cards cost 500 dollars. The total amount scratched from it was approximately 265 dollars. You intended for the defendant to live on just over 200 dollars for an entire semester?" Mom scrambled to defend herself. "She… She has good luck. Didn't she win five million? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

He staggered back, his form wavering like a dying light. "No!" he shouted. "You can’t do that! You are just a character!" "I am the one who writes the ending," I said. I turned the pen in the air, tearing through the projection of the Reader. The room started to shake. The walls turned into thousands of pages of text, spinning in the air. The Reader’s form started to break apart, turning into millions of tiny black letters that fell to the floor like rain. He didn't disappear completely, but he was losing his grip. He was fading into the background.

It was displaying a single, steady word: Infinite. "It goes as far as we’re willing to skate, Elara," Rhys replied.

You did nothing but to continued the chase There's no changes in between. If you just hide the problem. "The hell, like looks like a worm how they still be strong!"Gavinwho was now enjoying, cut off their heads. "Yes, that's how it really is, it's not fragile you need to cut it off to finish" I said laughing. "Oh shitt!" I screamed out my lungs, when they scratched my shoulder. Too long and their fingernails are so long I feel dizzy after they scratch me maybe I have more than five scratches.

Just present. Just endless.

I scream. It feels almost like an illusion. His hands stop wandering my body and his eyes widen. Then, I lift my hand to his face and start scratching, and he does nothing to stop me. All he does is clutch his chest. I keep scratching until his body falls over mine, limp. I push him off and sit up, and when I see his open eyes, the realization hits me, I know he’s dead. I scream and scramble back until I hit the wall, horrified. My shaking hand covers my mouth, trying to muffle the sound.

"I read it a hundred times in foster care." Ethan found a copy in London. He attached it with a note '' I'm still looking, Crystal. I will never stop. I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere'' Rachel's text came an hour later. She read it. Her face was stone. Then she dropped it in the shredder. Ethan stared at the words. The shredder. Not the trash. Not the recycling. The shredder. She had destroyed it. She had erased his words like they had never existed.