Lost Words: Beyond The Page Novels & Stories

It was Raven and Josh holding hand, their backs facing the camera on the cliff overlooking the city, Josh and Kate’s special place. It feels as if she had fallen into a cactus, and her heart has been punctured a million times over by tiny pins. It stings at first, but now it feels as if they’ve left her numb—not even slightly painful, just numb. She is not bleeding, but she knows after she slowly start to pull these foreign objects out, one by one, the blood will come gushing out. She was heartbroken twice by the same man.

This time he used the other name he knew who had a bad temper. “--lost.” He heard her speak and he didn’t hear any other sound after that. He went to the couch and looked at the door, waiting for them to come out. Inside the room, Kyla was sitting on the floor, she saw blood on her feet and it reminded her of awful things she had run away when they were little. “I’m lost.” she quietly said before she was pulled back to blackness.

I flow from this book you gave in the last of the under fifteen minutes. Me over my head, like a shocked reader of those backward zeroes printed in the purchase receipt: in love with the lola magic over the bridge I couldn’t pull out, play nor call a trick to make some obese scene consume a page, swallow a space- giving mystery before you could ever figure it out. Hardly a night passes I drown in the disobedient waters of now, for I punctuate once, twice

Dara said and I just smiled at her as a response. They got in the van and I just waved at them. Once I can't see them, I started to walk. It's true that I have to go somewhere. I just walked and walked towards the direction I walked years ago. The difference now is I don't feel lost anymore. I am not that little boy years ago anymore. When I reached my destination, I stopped and stared at one of the paintings here. 'Painted by: Hailey Leigh Alvarez'

~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — LOST PAGE FOUND IN ECHO'S FILES "Cowards run. Kings fade. But the ones who almost walked away? They leave the most behind." —Echo

"I should have written about that part. I didn't write about it because I thought it was failure." "Chapter six," I said. "The second loss. Afterward. You wrote: something I had no words for." I had read her book six times. I knew every section. "That was the position." She looked at me. "Yes," she said. Very quietly. "That was it." The May morning was arriving outside the Council Hall's windows, gray and ordinary. Oren stirred in his chair in the archive section and went still again. The covenant hummed. The Ground hummed underneath it, patient and present, doing what it had always done.

The sky above the City of Forgotten Authors split open. Black pages began falling like snow. Wherever they touched the ground... roads disappeared. Buildings crumbled into blank paper. Entire streets were erased from existence. The dark Adrian extended one hand. "Come." "You've spent your whole life searching for the truth." "So have I." "It's time..." "...for us to become one again." The White Book suddenly turned to its final page. For the first time... there were no words. Only a single question. WHICH ADRIAN IS THE REAL AUTHOR?

I gently closed the newspaper and threw it into the blazing fireplace in front of me. The tongues of fire instantly swallowed the paper, swallowing that name and that past soaked in blood and betrayal. "Nothing." I took a sip of coffee, warmth spreading through my body. "I just think the fire is warm tonight." Outside the window, snow was falling heavily, covering the world in white. And my story was just beginning. (The End)

The same book I had tried to read before, the one with blank pages. "The Luna's Gift: Understanding Your True Power," Beatrice read from the cover. "Your mother left this for you specifically." "I tried reading it before," I said. "The pages were blank." "Because you weren't ready to see what was written there," Beatrice said, bringing it to me. "But perhaps now..." I took the book with trembling hands and opened it. This time, words appeared on the pages, coming into existence like they had been waiting for this exact moment.

“Riley. If you do this, I might lose you. I might not be able to find my way back to your soul.” I leaned in, pressing my forehead to his. For a moment—just one—I let myself breathe him in. No magic. No destiny. Just a man who had loved me poorly and a woman who was about to burn the world down to save her friend. “You already lost me,” I whispered, “the moment the Ledger decided I was legible. Now, let's see if they can read me when I'm invisible.” Behind us, the tunnel screamed as something tore its way into existence—thousands of pages turning at once, ink bleeding through the stone.