Notebook Novels & Stories

Jacqui spits out. "Exactly." "What's her name?" Jacqui pulls her phone and brings up Rob's F******k account. "I dunno, wait, hang on, Alana. He said Alana." I plaster my face to her shoulder, watching as she looks for the girl that Rob has been shagging. "Alana Crowland, is this you?" She clicks on her profile and I feel sick, the girl only graduated last year, which makes her what, twenty-two, twenty-three?

Nodding Dax smirked, “They are vermin Groban, nothing more,” Narrowing his eyes Groban nodded once, “Well I like keeping that which is mine clean, fed and with me at all times. Do you have a problem with that?” Shrugging Dax stepped back widening his eyes before turning to walk away.

giggled the woman "Never mind Mita, do your job well!" "As you wish ma'am!" Mita, a neurologist who Cally trusts, has made modifications to humans several times. Making them robots for Cally that he guessed, the ones that were modified were the ones who must have harassed Cally's head. Strange indeed, Mita admits that her friend's madness since college, in the medical world, genius madly has only a few differences. Mita looked at the young man in front of her with pity, she was wrong to have woken a sleeping tiger from its cage. Mita starts injecting some fluid into her body. then began to mutate the man's mind from the screen of his laptop monitor

Thursday brings the larger notebook. It arrives by post, a proper package, carefully wrapped, the specific care of someone who ordered something important and wanted it to arrive intact. Théo opens it at the communal table after breakfast with the focused attention he gives all things that matter, removing the wrapping without tearing it, which is a habit that Celeste told me he has had since childhood and which she considers evidence of a temperament that respects the effort behind things. The notebook is dark green, larger than the previous ones, with a heavier cover and pages that are thick enough to absorb both ink and press

"Those are objects. Objects can go on vacation." "The notebook is an active investigation tool" "The notebook is a personal item that belonged to my father," I said. "It happens to also be an active investigation tool." He looked at me. "You're not going to look at it," he said. "Probably not," I said. "Maya...." "There's a reasonable chance I won't look at it," I said. He crossed the room. Put his hands on my face...

The seventeenth notebook opened in January. She has been noting this in the annual reviews since the third: how many notebooks have been filled, at what pace, and what the pace says about the year. The seventeenth notebook opened in January and will close, she estimates, in February of next year — a shorter year than most, which means the writing was denser rather than less frequent. The third book required a different kind of attention than the briefs and the annual reviews; the notebook this year has more thinking and less reporting.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> The eighth notebook was not Seren's. This surprised her when she understood it — she had been expecting her own notebooks to be the ones that mattered in the way that Ivory Voss's four notebooks mattered, had been building toward the possibility of adding her own notebooks to the archive's permanent record. She had filled two already. They were good notebooks. They contained real thinking. But the eighth

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I turned off my phone and cried all the way home. I went straight to the refrigerator to grab my wine. I needed to calm my nerves. I pulled out my phone, turned it on, and called Kita. "Hey , girl what's up? I'm kind of in the middle of some." She answered the phone out of breath. "Nothing, just call me back when you get time."

Opened the notebook. Kept going.