Lessons In Chemistry Book Cover Novels & Stories

He deserves it for not bringing me any breakfast. My stomach growls as I keep exploring my new room. There are books all over the place. I pull out A Healer’s Encyclopedia, A Collection of Diseases and Ailments, and A Compendium of Poisons from the shelves. One dusty book stands out to me. Experiments: Book One is scrawled in nearly unreadable handwriting on the thick spine. I flip it open to a random page. Wolves Healing Times is written in messy letters at the top of the parchment.

Stamped into the cover was a symbol: an eye inside a triangle, surrounded by curling, intricate lines that almost seemed alive. “What is this?” Leila asked, keeping her voice steady. Christina gave her a look that said she was either testing her or trying to decide how much to say. “This,” she said at last, “is why you’ve been dodging mustard jackets and cleaning up after dead archaeologists.” Leila’s heart skipped a beat. She sat down, sliding the book toward her. It was heavier than it looked, its weight a promise of bad news. “Oh my! Explain,” she said, flipping it open.

It's not urgent to finish it all and sign it immediately, but-it's a task. Daniel leaned back in his chair, watching me carefully. “I just rejected it. Two of the reagents had wrong expiry dates. And here," He scrolled down, "I would like to see your calculations when you spiked the plasma, with the donor ID, and the haemotocrit recorded as well. These couldn't be missing." I swallowed.

I blinked and smiled awkwardly. Her jaw dropped on the floor as everyone started laughing. "I don't want to waste my precious time on you Ms Rauf. You may sit down." "Thank you, Mrs Gomez." After that she went back to her boring and footless lecture again. In mathematics class, my eyes stay on the blackboard but my mind goes somewhere else and my brain sleeps peacefully. This same thing happens in my chemistry and physics classes. In contrast my brain, my mind and my eyes work incredibly well in other classes especially in biology classes. That's why I had low grades in math, physics and chemistry.

Perhaps, she’s a painting with lapses and errors before it was covered up in colors to appear perfect. I had no plans of getting closer, but as soon as the chemistry class was over, I knew such plans were bound to be changed.

Artemisia had briefly forgotten that that day wasn't normal, she's starting to realize, and think, that maybe she's not the one who's going crazy. The girl approached the shelves and Helga's voice danced again in her mind. "The navy blue cover book will tell you a story, I can't tell you which one, only the book is entitled to that." Artemisia didn't understand, but soon found the book near the second door. It was a heavy book, but not as thick as expected. It had a glow reminiscent of sunbeams touching the greenish water of a river or lake. It also had nymphs drawn on the cover and side of the leaves.

My fingers examined the fine-textured white substance. It smelled of old perfume and...gasoline? The odd scent only boggled me more. "What are you?" I whispered. Was it just some powdered chemical to keep the bugs out? Or something else entirely? ◇ "Vampirar et Dhampirica" The gothic-styled calligraphy printed in gold ink intrigued me as I studied the brownish, tattered cover. It was a vintage-looking book Miles currently engrossed himself in as he sat next to me.

She had never had anyone like that. Her dad picked a rag and dusted the books. When it was a little bit dust free, he picked out a book from the shelf. It was big, like encyclopedia big and Rory stared at it with wonder. It had dark brown hardbound cover with golden etches on the center of the book. A double circle outside a triangle, with a beaker in the front. It almost made her feel like chemistry. Noticing what she was looking, her dad smiled.

Her words weren't any instructions. But an order. "Miracle!" He grabbed her wrist and shot an awkward smile when he saw the teacher glance back at them before entering the class. "Don't. Touch. Me." Miracle scowled, swinging away his arm and leaving him behind. During the chemistry lesson, Nancy flipped open her reference book and began drawing the conical flask, filter funnel, and sodium hydroxide crystals to explain the formation of sodium hydroxide solution. To contrast the solution with the rest of the illustrations, she purposely sketched it with pink chalk.

At the age of twenty-one Amber got a tattoo with the name of her boyfriend at the time, They broke up a few months later and it was long laser removal sessions until she could get rid of that mark. " I'm not stupid," I teased. " Hey!" she complained, making me laugh "Can I see it?" I unceremoniously took off my shirt, exposing the endorphin molecule permanently engraved on my chest. " A chemistry tattoo, why am I not surprised? " She laughed before moving in for a closer look " it looks pretty cool.” " We all got a tattoo that reminds us of our courses " I explained before taking out my phone once more, looking in the gallery for the photo Liam used as a model for his painting " This is the