Fahrenheit 451 Audiobook Novels & Stories

It arrived without being sent for, and she let it be there, alone in her office at six forty-five on an ordinary Tuesday. She typed: *How badly?* *Overcooked by several minutes. I was reading.* *What were you reading?* *The book Felix gave me. Third attempt at chapter four.* She thought about this. *Is chapter four the problem, or is Felix the problem?* *Felix recommended it sincerely. Chapter four is dense. I am persisting.* *Persist through chapter four,* she typed. *It gets better.* A pause. *You've read it?* *Two years ago. Different edition, probably. Same chapter four.*

“Something real. Not a memory of a party or a name of a person we both hate. Tell me something you see right now.” I looked around the room. I saw the way the firelight danced on the gold leaf of the book spines. I saw the dust motes dancing in the air like tiny, silent stars. I saw the way the shadows made him look younger, softer. “I see the fire,” I said, my voice low and melodic. “It’s dying down to embers, a soft, glowing orange. It looks like the heart of a mountain. And the books… they look like a city of paper, all standing at attention, waiting for someone to listen to them. And I see a man who is far more than the darkness he’s been handed.”

His voice was so pleasant, she wouldn't mind listening to him speak all day. “... Food is good for you. You need it for strength, energy and nourishment. What am I even saying? You already know all this since you are a nurse.” He completed his speech and pressed his lips together. Joan wasn't sure if he did that as a habit or if he was trying to stop himself from speaking any further. “What is your name?” Joan asked him. “I'm Daniel, Madam. Daniel Frazer.” He answered. “Well, thank you, Daniel. You've managed to lecture me on the importance of food. How old are you?” Joan probed again.

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I wish I had kicked his face. Why didn't I do that? It's best not to dwell on things that give you a high blood pressure. "I am leaving." The memory has given me a sour mouth. "I don't want to continue today." "The driver will take you back," Harvey tells me nonchalantly as he opens a copy of Fahrenheit 451. "Take some rest." It seems that he doesn't want to follow me to the car today. The book must be interesting then. I walk out of the room and get on the elevator.

Tears filled her eyes as she whispered against his chest, “Then burn it down. Burn the book. Please.” But when he reached for the pages, the blood hissed back like flames resisting him. The book laughed—a sharp, broken sound akin to paper tearing apart: “You can’t burn her story, fox; you can only read it…and reading means obeying.” Camela’s scream caught in her throat as she muttered, “It spoke…” Vincent bared his teeth in defiance as his fire flared even higher. “Then I’ll silence it,” he said fiercely. He slammed his hand down, his fire blazing but the pages didn’t burn. Instead, they bled harder and thicker, flooding the floor until it reached their ankles.

I wasn't that type of woman if she really thought of me to be like that. I hope that's not what she thinks of me though... I leaned further on the cold wall ,my eyes shut as I tried to even my breathes..I really shouldn't have ran like that ,now my insides felt like they were on fire..Reaching inside my bag,I pulled out my water bottle ,thanks Lord it still had some remaining water inside it..I didn't waste any time opening the cap and downing the whole content down my throat ,instantly feeling a little bit better after that..That was why I never enjoyed running like ever ,it was lot of work..I got startled when my phone beeped indicating that I got a message and now that I was conscious eno

I had closed my eyes and shut and lowered my head. The sound did not come. I was whole, complete whole and alive. I was alive. The relief was too much and I sagged into the chair. “Aftó den boreí na symveí” the voice was angry and it sounded frustrated. (This cannot happen) The guns. What will happen to Hades now? “Tha se skotóso tóra” the voice said and a voice of button came. I looked at the walls but no fire came. No sound. Nothing. (I will kill you now)

I feel and hear footsteps moving but I don't follow them, I'm drowning inside a large aquarium that closed the alarm leaving me here. - Yellow alert and code red in effect (...) Attention, fire in chamber 4. Attention, fire in chamber 4. (...) Contain the experiments. As a sign of resistance, kill, preserve the body to the maximum. (...) Attention, fire in chamber 4. (...) The tenths must be brought in safely. (...) Attention, fire in chamber 4. - A distorted voice repeated in the speaker.

"I already have a book picked out." "That’s cheating, Ms. Collins!" he protested with a playful grin, scrambling to his feet and heading for the bookshelf. His eyes scanned the rows of novels, inevitably drawn to the familiar spine of Ray Bradbury's "Fahrenheit 451." He reached for it, but Emily's voice cut through the silence. "Not another 'Fahrenheit 451,'" she sighed as if scolding a child, "That's four times in a row, and you know I already read it thanks to your cliffhanger endings."