Novel & Cerita Just Open Up Like A Page In A Book

“Let’s do it.” Her ghostly form shimmered slightly as she gestured toward the book. “That’s the first step,” she said, her eyes locked on the leather-bound pages. “It's the basics but essential to understand what’s inside of you, know the power flows through your body.” she waved for me to step closer. I hesitated for a second, then walked over and grabbed the book, when I touched it, the pages shifted on their own. They flipped rapidly, as if searching for something, until they stopped on a detailed diagram of the human body.

“You know, you go about your business alright? I’ll go make sure the boys are talking and find out what they are talking about. “Good plan.” I turned, but she was already gone. She left in haste and even left the door open. I closed it with a smile and locked it up before returning to the table. Being alone with the book once more, I felt like I was in the library with a thousand other people. The feeling was overwhelming. I sighed deeply and opened the book for the third time. This time, it opened and flipped to the last page. Like last time, texts began to appear on the empty page like someone was writing in it.

One, matches the color of the moon. I carefully open it and immediately note how frail the pages are, it's clearly old. A burst of impatience seems to rip through me and I bring up the bulk of the book’s pages and flick to the end. I stop with about a quarter of the book left, since it isn’t completely filled out. There’s a list of names, going back hundreds of years.

I closed the book and the feeling of the page itself went away. “Interesting. So the page has to be opened while I hold the book. But I don’t need to touch the page again.” Now there was one final test for me. The test I had been avoiding since. An understanding of the page was in my mind so I already knew what I could do with it. I held the book in my left hand, with the page open. Then I opened my right hand in front of me. It was very easy to do. Suddenly, a new light filled the room. Above my open palm, a new fire burned.

“See? I told you. I can’t. This isn’t for me.” “Try again,” Di urged, voice trembling but steady with faith. “Just once more.” I swallowed hard. Fine. One more time. I pressed my palms against the cover and let my mind sink into the silence, into my own pulse. I pictured hinges groaning, pages fluttering. The book shuddered. Heat flared beneath my hands. My eyes flew open. It opened. Pages ripped themselves free, fluttering until one stopped in the center. The world held its breath. My chest hammered so loud I thought the lantern would shatter; the letters on the page pulsed under my palms like a second heartbeat:

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Those were good times. Pushing open the library door, I was enveloped by the familiar scents of paper and ink. The sleek, modern shelves, packed with books of every genre, rose majestically to the ceiling, creating a sea of literary treasures. Every book had been handpicked by me, each one a reflection of my eclectic tastes. I navigated the narrow aisles, my fingers trailing over the spines of the books until they paused in front of a shelf filled with classic novels. With a practiced motion, I pulled a row of books off a shelf, revealing a small, discreet panel. I pressed my thumb against the cool surface, and the panel slid open with a soft click releasing a whisper of secrets.

It hadn't been touched in a while because it looked brand new though very dusty. I opened it and cold wind blew gushed through my face. It was as strong and cold as the first wind. I turned back to the cover of the page to check for anything but it was blank black. Only golden stripes at the spine of the book didn't make it completely dull. I placed my finger on the book to swipe the pages but the book took control and swiped the page by itself, leading me to a page I would have least expected it to be. 'The joy of a mother'

I asked myself, making my way to the desk to pick up the book. The book felt light in my hands. As soon as I opened the book, a flood of light pooled out, blinding me for a brief moment. I threw the book down, but it was already too late. Everything began to spin, and then I was sucked into the words on the pages of the book.

A giggle echoes, but only left it all into that wherein it only replies. “Very well.” With a snap and the response of the book that made it all clear to her and three times than before, the voice is with someone higher than what she could think and holds it all be. The book opens, breaking free of her grasp, as it flips its pages and stops unto the certain page with the still blank image of the said holder with the profile that says even more and deep than the rest. “I see.”