Frindle Book Cover Novels & Stories

She had to be careful with it in case the pages shattered on contact with her skin. She set the book down carefully on the floor and wiped the dust from the front. Immediately, she jumped in shock. There, on the cover, was the same image she’d seen on her grandma’s leather box, and in the Voynich manuscript. Only this time the strange face on the front of the book wasn’t so surreal—it was as clear as day. It was an image of Scarlet’s face.

Ivy picked it up. The cover gave slightly under her fingers, softened past the point of protecting anything, and for a second she thought it might come apart in her hands entirely. It held. She opened it at the middle, where the spine had already learned to fall open, and the pages inside were worse than the cover — foxed brown at the edges, ink bled soft where water had gotten in and dried and gotten in again. But not everywhere. Enough of it had survived.

Your interest's been caught by the alluring sticky web of curiosity. You don't think twice before snapping your finger on its hem and flipping it open. There's a picture of a man there dressed up in a dashing red. It's almost like a Royal outfit, but you don't know. Starting from his neck to his perfectly shined shoes. His structure's visible for whoever reads this kind of thing, But his face. There's a big question mark taking over and hiding away his pixeled features. Your eyes soon hover to the words written just at the top corner of the page and when you sink the piece of information, you freeze.

She mocked. I smirked and just quietly sipped my coffee as she ordered our lunch. I roamed around my eyes and I can see the students chatting with their friends, a group of varsity who are hitting on a beautiful girl and a nerdy students that only know how to face their books and solve mathematical problems. But my eyes stared at the group of students who was holding a book. My brows furrowed as I stared at it. The book cover contains...pictures of some animal. Everything stops when I saw a wolf in the book cover!

Twilight was upon us, and I settled myself more comfortably into the window seat. I pulled the book Luna Carla had given me out of my worn tote bag. It had no title on the front, and was bound in a plain, faded purple cover. It was handwritten, rather than printed, with neat, slanting penmanship that had clearly been laboured over. I flicked through it idly, and then I began to read.

Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Cover design by InamorataFeels Blurb: Not all coins have just two faces . . . Finian Relish is the casual kind of child who thinks having two sisters and a brother is the bane of his existence. His life changes when he finds a mysterious silver coin on a lone walk home.

He asks, “While you think of something to choose, I’m gonna get something. Stay here.” Goldie watches Darryl walk away from him. He stands still for a moment, before looking at the books that surrounded him. He notices a book that is not much bigger than his hand. The cover is simple, with nothing but the illustration of red circles within a circle at the bottom half, and the name “Dante” written on the top half. He picks it up and inspects it, trying to read other words on the back of the book. He was able to process some of the words, but could not understand the whole paragraph.

He began to browse while I wandered the poetry shelf like a woman who loved words the way other people loved warm ovens. When I turned back, he was waiting with a small book in his hands and a ridiculous expression of pride on his face. The cover was hand-drawn: a crooked little house, a tiny dog, and a big, slobbery sun. My name, clumsily written in the corner, made something odd and hot bloom under my ribs. “What is it?” I asked, because the shop smelled like glue and paper and possibilities. He gave that secretive grin and pushed the book into my hands. “Open it,” he said.

Of course, this exercise book is now in Winston Barrymore's hands. The two words on the cover are clean and handsome, but they are indescribably sharp at the tick. Thise were several times on the front to correct the date of homework, and turning over was painting. In the end, even the front was graffiti. Winston Barrymore didn't believe it-intuition told him that it was wrong, because Jane Hilton's world space was white, but every blank was just right to make people unable to find a mistake, which was the biggest mistake. But this is just like Jane Hilton's ID card. his age and name are perfectly in line with the facts. Even if he goes to the police office, he is also from an orphanage.

The book was old and worn out with the faded red spine and the colorful cover. It was the only book on the shelf that wasn’t a self help book or a book about werewolves and it was ‘The Secret Garden’, I opened it and thumbed through the pages until I found what I was looking for. The picture was folded in squares and it was worn out from age and frequent use. Before opening it up, I could tell you exactly what was in the picture frame by frame because of the amount of times I have seen it.