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'

I leaned closer. Reading more carefully now. Trying to understand every word. Every line. Every meaning. And then— My hand stilled. Because halfway down the page— It stopped. Not naturally. Not cleanly. Torn. The page had been ripped out. The rest of the spell— Gone. My chest tightened sharply. “No…” I flipped the page. Hoping. Expecting. But the next page— Was different. Not instructions. Not a continuation. Just a single line. Written boldly.

"Jasmine is dead!" She pointed to the scattered pieces of paper on the floor. With a mocking glance at him, she added, "You really don't want to read that? Those are the last words she left behind for you." William's eyes followed her finger, and his breath caught in his throat as he saw the torn fragments of the letter. The wind blew them around, and through the scraps, he could still make out faint traces of writing. He took a step back, his legs shaking. "No... this can't be real…" he muttered. "She's the woman who outlasted storms—how the hell does a force like that just... vanish?"

~~~~~ 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

"Good." Then Silas shouted from farther up the shore. "Luna!" She turned. He was standing beside the ancient book. It had opened itself on the ice. Pages were turning rapidly, one after another: Memory. Severance. Fire. Cold. Life. Death. Every paired symbol appeared, then vanished. Finally, the book reached its last page. Blank. Luna approached. Writing appeared, only one sentence. She read it aloud. "Nothing remains inherited forever." Darius came beside her. "That sounds suspiciously like an ending."

The black book was lying on the ground. She picked it up. The cover had changed. There was no title. Only one word: CONTINUE. Sophia laughed. “Apparently our story isn’t finished.” Lucien looked at the book. “Who knows?” Sophia opened it. The first page was blank. Then words appeared. Not written by the Author. Not written by destiny. Not written by the gods. The words appeared because someone somewhere had made a choice. “Beyond the final universe, there is another world.” Sophia’s smile disappeared.

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?