Life From Scratch Book Novels & Stories

On the inside front cover of the recipe book manuscript. Elijah read it. These are the tastes of a life that was worth it. He put the manuscript down. He sat at the kitchen table. He thought about the line. He thought about each word individually—these and are and the and tastes and of and a and life and that and was and worth and it—and then he thought about them together, the way they accumulated into something larger than the sum of their parts. These are the tastes. Not this is the food or these are the recipes. These are the tastes—the sensory experience of a life, the things that had been eaten and savored and remembered. The tastes of a life, not the events or the achievements or the

Mina says. "To grandmothers who leave escape routes." "To Claire, who's finally using them." I drink. Eat cheese. Look at my messy paintings. And think: This is what fifty thousand dollars buys. Not things. Not security. Not even survival. Freedom. The freedom to build a life worth living, one impractical moment at a time. In my first timeline, I died never knowing this feeling. This timeline? I'm alive. And I'm keeping it that way.

We had broken out of the manuscript, but the manuscript was still eating the world we had left behind. I took the small piece of white chalk I had carried from the clearing and walked to the corner of the stone chimney. I didn't draw a perimeter, and I didn't write an assignment. On the rough, grey basalt of the foundation stone, beneath the old woman's rocking chair, I wrote the first true index of our new life: "PAGE 1: THE HOME GROUND."

Life was quiet and bright. I, Claire Hart, had been given a second chance at life. I sought only wealth, not love. But I had won something far more precious than money: dignity, family, and myself. The End

I asked, watching as the space around us turns clear, with only a slight fog. "I just want to say that this; giving you a chance to come back to life was one of the greatest decisions I've made. Not only have you gone off the rails, you also have managed to carve your own source of happiness." I said nothing, as out of nowhere, he began to float, laying back with his arms down to his sides, the scythe keeping him balanced. "But I know you have something up your sleeve. So please, make it worth my while." he said, as a skeletal version of himself walked out from him and disappeared.

This book, anyone who reads it will suffer. Your tears will be the delight of my soul. Upon finishing reading that, the pages of the book on the floor began flipping rapidly, as if carried by a gust of wind, until they stopped at the penultimate page. The snowflake slowly approached the book. On that page, there were certain names of people and what they thought of the book. Life is one, and everyone should make the most of it. But for a merciless being, life is just a business that needs to end. - Bishop HyunWan

The title reads, "The Lost Bloodlines: A Forgotten Legacy." Excitement surged through both girls as they opened the book. Its pages were filled with handwritten notes and illustrations, detailing a secret society that had existed for centuries, guarding the knowledge of a special lineage—a bloodline with extraordinary abilities. As they read further, they discovered that their suspicions were correct. Tiffany and Hailey were indeed descendants of this ancient bloodline, born with unique powers waiting to be awakened. The clash they witnessed the night before was just the beginning, a sign that their journey was meant to unfold.

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.

Carolina. It was written by Sebastian's mother. "When life becomes meaningless....poetry heals."— 5th January, 1994. I put the book back in its place before I moved on to finding the previous book I left unread. "I thought I was never going to find a new reason to live, but it seems like I finally have a reason to keep fighting. A little soul is growing inside of me, I am going to be a mother."— 18th June 1994.

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin