Novelas y relatos de Morning Glory Notebooks

"Why did everything go so wrong?" As I prepared to get up, my eyes caught a glimpse of something unexpected beside the bed: a small notebook, carefully hidden between the mattress and bed frame. It seemed out of place, almost as if someone had hurriedly stashed it there. Curious, I pulled it out carefully, noticing some pages seemed about to fall out. It was an old, brown notebook, with a small pen beside it as if ready for immediate use. With a sense of intrusion, I opened the notebook slowly, and a loose sheet fell into my hands. "May 4th

I guess I could get a good enough view of her there… Oh gosh, Anya, that’s so gross. I just shake off the thought and decide to unroll the bag. As I do so, I stumble upon something. I look below me and near my right knee is Sadie’s notebook, slightly ajar. I took them and lay them on the side so I could straighten the sleeping bag. After that, I went back to my place, taking the notebook with me. It is a medium-sized hardbound notebook. It is coated in black but there are a few statements written in what seems like a cut-out white paper taped on the hardbound. Some words have exclamation points, question marks, swear words written in all uppercase, and other words like Shh!, Quiet! It’s Not

A plan that, if executed correctly, would change everything. Back in her cell, Isabella sat down on the bed and opened a hidden compartment in the floor. Inside was a small notebook, its pages filled with her carefully scribbled notes. She had been tracking everything—names, contacts, dates, potential allies. The details were crucial, each line of writing a small piece of a much larger puzzle. She flicked through the pages, each entry a reminder of how far she had come. The notebook held her only connection to the outside world, her lifeline in the midst of the prison walls.

Sixty-one years of the second life and the morning is still the morning. Still worth paying attention to. More worth it, if anything, for the sixty-one years of paying attention inside it. The morning practice. Sixty-one years. Still exactly this. ✦ She opens the notebook after breakfast. The twenty-sixth notebook — she opened it in January, the twenty-fifth filled in December with the sixtieth review and the months that followed it. The twenty-sixth notebook is in the early pages, the January-through-March pages, still becoming itself.

On it, scrawled in water-stained ink: “If the world burns, at least I know I set the match.” Savannah stared at it for hours. *** The envelope came by courier. No return address. Wax seal, crimson like a bloodied rose. Savannah opened it in the quiet of the nursery while Eva slept, one eye on the monitor. Inside: a notebook, bound in deep navy leather. Handmade. Expensive. The kind of book Magnolia would have once shoplifted just to write poetry in. On the first page, in that unmistakable slant of Magnolia’s sharp pen:

I grabbed a few and tucked them under my arm, climbing with my free hand. When I reached the highest shelf, I pulled out a thick book with a green cloth cover. The title was embossed in gold: “Medicinal Flora and Fauna of the Northern Territories”. Perfect. “This one looks good,” I called down to Nora. She grinned up at me. “Can you get that blue one too? Next to it?” Nodding, I reached for the blue book she indicated, stretching up on my tiptoes. My fingers brushed the spine but it was a little far. I had to lean to the side to reach it, my tongue poking out in concentration.

Rowyn POV I woke up to the sound of my alarm. My eyes blinked open to soft, flickering morning light. My wild curls were a mess, but who gave a shit, this was me. Thistleblitz, my sparkly little gremlin of a nymph, hovered over my desk like a caffeine fairy on crack, flipping through my notebook with frantic excitement. “Rowyyyyynnnn,” she sing songed, pointing to a glowing page. My heart thumped. I scrambled out of bed, tripped over my boots, and nearly took out a chair leg in the process. I snatched the notebook, my eyes devouring the swirling golden ink that hadn’t been there last night.

I didn’t like the sound of that. “Wait.” She jumped off the bed. Ran to her bag. Dug through it like she was searching for treasure— Then pulled something out and dropped it on the bed in front of me. A notebook. It wasn’t a normal notebook. This one had glitter. And hearts. And—was that a lipstick kiss mark on the cover? I stared at it. Slowly. “…What is that?” I asked. Chloe gasped like I had just insulted her entire bloodline.

The Night-Blooming Garden was the most beautiful and popular place in the Cloud City. More than a garden, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a forest, but as it was located in the heart of the city and a long road crossed it, many would go there, especially at night, when the most beautiful flowers would open with the beginning of each season.

Good night notebook. Love, Yours truly. I closed the notebook and locked it. If any one got hold of this notebook, it could basically reveal my entire secret. The key was chained to my neck as a necklace. So it's like a key necklace. It was my treasure. I slipped into the soft sheets and dozed off. And you know what time was it? Only 2 in the afternoon. 1 hour later.. *Knock knock* *Snores* *Knock knock.* *Snores *