Morning Glory Notebooks Novels & Stories

The first thing I noticed was the notebook. Soft leather. Ivory-colored. Elegant but simple. My fingers brushed across the cover, and my heart skipped when I saw the gold foil lettering pressed perfectly into the surface. A.D. My initials. How were they able to do that! I slowly opened it, running my thumb along the thick cream pages. The paper felt expensive…smooth, almost silky. The kind of notebook you wouldn’t want to ruin with messy sketches. The kind that made you want to draw something worthy of it.

A flutter that kept happening. The first time something was really hers. She stood there on the pavement for a minute. Then she went into the newsagent and bought a small notebook. Nothing special. The cheapest one on the shelf. ----- Cora was out when she got home. She sat at the kitchen table with the vitamins, the summary sheet, and the notebook in front of her. She took the first vitamin with a glass of water, read the summary sheet twice, folded it and put it inside the notebook’s front cover.

“What?” “Now you have somewhere to practice your writing.” “I-” “Just take a look before you say anything.” I lifted it out of the box, the leather smooth against my fingertips. “It has gold edges,” I gasped, running my pinky along its sides. “Yeah, since gold seems to come up again and again, between the melody stone and Lyra’s necklace and the memory spell, I figured that was quite fitting.” I couldn’t even start processing the fact that he had put that much thought into getting me a notebook, because my eyes landed on the small booklet that had been hidden in the box under the journal. “Wait. Wait. Are those- Did you get me personalized page flags?”

It would’ve been rare if I didn’t find something I liked. This time, it was a thick spiral A5 notebook. The hard cover was an abstract motif in blues, with a discreet white crescent in the upper right corner and a little white star by it. The pages had the lines in navy blue, and the crescent and the star outlined in light blue in every upper right corner. It was love at first sight. It was calling my name like a siren, and I refused to ignore it.

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”