Morning Glory Notebooks Novels & Stories

Even that detail, so precise and so Lila, made something tighten in Mia's chest. She cut the tape with a box cutter and folded back the flaps. Books. A scented candle. A University of Texas pennant. A rain jacket. And beneath all of it, wrapped in a plain paper bag, two composition notebooks—the kind with the black-and-white marbled covers that Lila had used for everything in college: class notes, grocery lists, arguments she was having with people who weren't in the room. She had called them her thinking books. Mia sat down on the concrete floor of the storage unit with the notebooks in her lap.

Julian's POV She gave me the fourth notebook on a Tuesday. Left it with the doorman in an envelope with my name on it, no note inside. Just the notebook. Dark blue cover, softer than the green one, edges worn from being carried around. I read it in one sitting.

Morgan smiled as she turned to follow her directions. "You're welcome." She called Claire and Morgan. Morgan and Claire made their way down a stone pass that led away from the dock. Along the way there were a lot of other venders; Selling various items: Spices, nuts, fruits, vegetables, and fish. Claire was fascinated by it all. She kept slowly down to study each stand. Up around the bend the inn sat. Its a two story house. It looked like it was made of old pieces of ship. As they approached it Morgan read the sign. The Sunflower Inn. A sunflower spun out of wood hung above the doorway. The door of the inn had a beautiful stained glass sunflower in it.

"Not necessarily. Time to name it a day." Speaking together along with her regular poker face, Anna extracted an e-book from the pile and confirmed it to Raven. "Dark Notebook -- The Occult Research Club's Activity Report --" The cowl had the ones phrases written in shiny crimson towards a pitch black background -- glaringly as specific from usual cultural golf equipment as night time from the day.

When it produced the same result, she went on to continue her first practice. She practiced the rest of the evening at their home until she noticed that she had almost filled up her school notebook. The school notebook comes in nine pieces for nine different subjects in one set when bought from the school. They have a school's logo printed on its front and back cover and intended for school works only as their answers for recitation quizzes, networks, and homework. If the student submits a different notebook apart from what was authorized, there will be no recorded score. The school notebook only contains at least fifty sheets of paper.

- Celica is happy that Andy is still secretly taking care of her. "Huh? What? I'm guessing you'll hit your favorite, Celica? Well, my judgment is top-notch." "..." - Celica fell silent when she heard Andy's words. Zaki takes very careful notes in this lovely notebook, it is known that this is the notebook Mona gave Zaki so that he can take careful notes and not forget the dishes of the guests, and it seems that he like this notebook, because it's compact, easy to pocket and has the green color he like. Celica saw this and taunted Zaki, giving Mona a chance to talk to the person of her dreams.

The pressure against my ribs eased a little, enough that I could stand straight again. I walked over to the bedside drawer and pulled it open, looking for a hair tie. My fingers brushed paper instead. I paused. The floral notebook sat tucked along the back edge, the cover bent slightly where the spiral binding had caught against the drawer. They’d missed it. Or I’d hidden it under the mattress before they came. The memory hovered just out of reach, like a word on the tip of my tongue. I lifted the notebook and opened it. My handwriting filled the pages. Blue ink for Harrison. Black for Estelle. Dates, times, and locations.

she said, flushing with apparent embarrassment. When I'd opened the wrapping, I held a black notebook with rounded corners on one side and a curiously flat, square pen tucked along its binding. The covering material felt like leather and the pale yellow pages were neatly lined in a crisp gray ink. "Oh my God, it's gorgeous. When did you get this?" "Yesterday, after I left you at Denny's. If you hadn't shown up last night, I was going to leave it in your Mom's mailbox as a goodbye gift."

The old wood splintered with a loud CRACK, ripping away from the rusty nails holding it down. Beneath the floorboard, nestled in a tight, dark crawlspace between the floor joists, sat a small object. It was a simple, cheap notebook bound in faded blue cloth. It was covered in a thin layer of sawdust, but it was perfectly preserved from the damp air. Duncan’s heart began to hammer violently against his ribs. He reached his large, trembling hand into the darkness and lifted the notebook out into the dim light of the bedroom. He blew the dust off the cover. On the very first page, written in neat, elegant cursive handwriting that he recognized instantly, was a single name: Amora.

"You don't have any clothing in there? You have an entire bag for stationary?" "I need my notebooks," I reply defensively. I twist my lips at him in annoyance. Who is he to challenge my life? But then again, we're in this together. So maybe he should have a say? I dismiss the thought outright. Fuck that. I pick up my favorite notebook, a 300 page pink and white "monstrosity" as Emma calls it. It's gorgeous really, shades of pink crossing it with white flowers and rhinestones scattered over it.