Leaves In A Book Novels & Stories

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

What book is that? Jai leaned over to the front and took the book from the cushion to examine it. It was light and a bit thin. There was a picture in the cover that looked like a forest, and a small boy was in the picture, picking some mushrooms. The title was written in artistic way, like a children book would.

I could still hear the murmur of the others talking, concern colouring the tone of their conversation, but I pushed away the feeling of being watched and spoken about. I breathed in a lungful of bitterly cold air. I felt it fog against my lips as I exhaled. But my next breath was warmer, and my next one warmer still. I opened my eyes, right as Rhiannon gasped. “The leaves!” I looked up. Buds were bobbling along the branches of the tree, unfurling before my eyes into bright green leaves, which grew darker the longer I watched. Compound leaves, I noted distantly. It was an ash.

Familiar? The small gust swirled around them, making their hair dance and loose blades of grass sway in the air. The book trembled in the center of them as the cover jerked, threatening to open. With another wave of air, the cover flipped open to a blanket page. How strange. No text? How can they..? Everything went white.

She browsed through the books with the thought, Since, he is in a meeting, I will forget about business for now and delve into romance. As her fingers and eyes looked through the books indecisive on which one to read, she saw a frame among the books. A leaf in a frame? Does he love collecting leaves as I do?

His eyes glistened in the glow of the warm reflections, making the whites glow like the sun. “The night we spent here was rather special,” Leo rebuttals with equal sass and I can feel his burning gaze shift to my lips. The images of our first kiss and night together flashed through my mind and effectively put a blush on my face. Crossing the remaining distance between us, Leo once more hands the book towards me and I take it. With no instructions needed, I opened the text and paused upon the sight of a large square cut out through the middle. Where the missing paper should have been was nothing. I glanced up to inquire with Leo, but he was kneeling on the ground before me.

Alec didn’t seem like a male who smiled much, and it felt that the library wasn’t the only rare treat he had decided to share with me today. Unable to stop myself, I reached my hand out and brushed the spines of the nearest books, bursting with excitement as my fingers danced over the smooth, cool leather of the bindings. The book on top was lettered with gold leaf in a language I could not read. I gingerly picked it up, revealing a book of fairy tales underneath, and below that was a thick tome about math that was filled with numbers and strange symbols. “How do you know where to find anything in here?” I asked Alec as I drifted towards the closest shelf.

It felt heavy in my hands, the weight of it somehow more than just physical. I flipped it open, the pages rough beneath my fingertips. The text was handwritten, the ink slightly faded but legible. Symbols, diagrams, and strange words filled the pages, their meanings just out of reach. I skimmed through the book, my gaze falling on a spell that seemed simple enough - a basic levitation spell.

The paper-mulch in the cradle began to steam, the bronze heat of our old stories rising through the willow ribs to wrap around the stem like a protective sheath of light. From the center of the dark soil, a shoot erupted—not white like the data-vines of Sector One, and not gray like the soot-vines of the Deep Tiers. It was a rich, deep copper-green, its bark formed from layers of compressed text that had been stripped of their alignment, its leaves unfolding like small, blank scrolls that rustled in the wind with the sound of turning pages. "The Library," Mia whispered, waking from her shelter to run toward the ridge, her bare feet kicking up the white chalk dust of our boundary.

The easy peace of the morning was already receding, replaced by practiced readiness. I summoned the book from my dimensional storage, the cool, familiar leather a welcome weight in my palm. Flipping it open to the page on the Moonless Blossom, I studied the illustration again, committing the delicate, silver-blue petals and the unique, jagged serration of its leaves to memory. A moment later, I felt the solid warmth of him seep through my tunic as he leaned over my shoulder. "I’m sure we’ll find it," he said, his voice still holding a comfortable trace of sleep.