Homestuck Reading Novels & Stories

He still puckered his lips and furrowed his eyebrows like he used to as a kid when he was focused on what he was doing. I chuckled, making him turn toward me. "Hey, sis. When did you get here? I didn't hear you walk in." he asks, making me roll my eyes as I smile foolishly. I kissed his cheek and sat next to him. "Just now. What are you reading?" I asked, making him clear his throat as he looked at the back of the book and showed me the cover. "Uh, Pound The Stone, by," "Joshua Medclaff," I said, feeling proud. "Good choice," I added, making him chuckle. "So you've read it?"

I blurted. Rose sighed, which I guess is what she did when confused or frustrated. "I think Emily's the one that's got more explanation to do." And then she left. What is up with these sisters? I wondered as I walked out of the library, into the school bus, ready for home. Getting home from school was an hectic one. Apart from the humps and bumps on the roads, the noise of the other students boarding the bus was really uninspiring. But still, I couldn't get Emily out of my head. My feelings for her was getting real intense. But I just didn't get it, why did she always make it seem like she was enslaved to Adam? She's obviously not happy with him.

All my soul wanted right now was to get back to my room and collapse. “What's the file about?” I asked to distract myself from the foreign sensation enveloping my body. “I would like you to read it yourself, but you don't have to right now.” “Why? What's in it?” “When you read it. You will know. We have enough time for you to read it at home, so don't stress yourself.” My ear perked up quickly when I heard home. What home? “What do you mean by home? I am not going anywhere with you.”

Then we both walked towards our own cars. At home, I took a shower and made something to eat. It wasn’t anything special or grand, just chicken bouillon soup and toast. When it was made, I took my soup and my toast to sit on my couch in the parlor. While eating, I was scrolling through the apps on my phone and decided to read a romance novel. I love reading how the characters fall in love. And since I don’t have a romantic life right now, living vicariously through the characters is the closest I can get to falling in love. It’s pathetic really, but since I am 38 years old it’s just a way of life. After I finished eating my toast and drinking my soup, I washed my dishes and went into

Thousands of abandoned books rested upon the silent sand. Some were half-buried. Others lay open, their pages completely blank. The woman whispered, "These are all unfinished stories..." The First Reader nodded. "Every story abandoned by its Author eventually arrives here." Adrian stepped onto the cold sand. The moment his foot touched the shore... every abandoned book trembled. One by one... their pages began turning. Not by wind. By recognition. A faint whisper rose from every direction. "Author..." "Please..." "Finish us..." Thousands of voices.

Not cautious. Not asking. Something closer to arriving. Cress set it in the center of the table. The room gathered. We have been reading the companion document for three weeks. We have been reading it the way it asked to be read. Slowly. Returning to the same pages. Sitting with what they showed. We want to tell you what we found. Not in the document. In ourselves. While reading it. They had read section two. About the reflexive smallness. The instinct to disappear.

I haven’t heard of any of them. How did Justus learn to read? Can everyone in Last Pack? I was always told that they can’t. I flip through the book with the sun on the front. The font is small, and the paragraphs are long. I skim the first page, but none of it sticks. My eyes slide along the words like they’re buttered. I’m about to put it back when someone whistles outside the den. My fingers fumble, and the book falls, wide open and face down.

This was my fault, my debt to bear. "El." Seeing my determination, they tried to persuade me further. I forced a smile and hugged each of them. "It's okay. Remember, I'm as tough as they come. Just like our experiments—no matter how difficult, don't we always pull through in the end? Trust me." I raised my hand in a gesture of encouragement, then stood up and headed home. The Shaw residence wasn't far from here, as it was investments from Jeffrey and my fiancé, Ivor Rhett, that funded the research institute.

It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving, I tried to ask for my money beforehand but my boss who’s the meanest person ever, said no. How could such a cold hearted person be responsible for one of the best places in the world! There was no sleeping with a storm outside, I was up most of the night, I was up early and ready to go to work, I was slipping but pushed it down as I got out of her car and quickly walked over to the bookstore. I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read.

Emily said to her in a voice low enough that no one else could hear, "I'd say Lucy Adams likes you." "She likes me," Jane admitted dully. "I guess it backfired, eh?" Emily said. "You might want to stop reading Dickens now." Jane didn't know what to say. "Yeah, well, but at this point, I might as well go ahead and finish it. I meant I've already read 97 pages. It'd be a shame to waste them."