Notebook Novels & Stories

Chapter 5 Rescue She picked up the notebook, noticing that it was the same as the notebook with the name inside the car. But this one has nothing in it. Irene also picked up the USB and checked it out as well. She unconsciously let go of the two items that she was holding in from shock when she heard a loud rattle in the car and also heard the guy sobbing continuously.

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

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Sinagot na niya agad yung tanong ko kung bakit kailangan pa ng Ipad eh kaya ko naman sa notebook lang. Inabot ko ang Ipad at ngumiwi ng makitang picture naming dalawa ang nasa lockscreen. May nakahanda na ring files na nag lalaman ng class schedules niya at ibang files naman para sa mga lakad niya. "About sa sweldo mo, may credit card ka na rin and nasa loob na'yon ng bag mo sa closet, and may laman na rin yun. And then tungkol naman sa day off mo, it's on every Sunday however you can go home naman tuwing Wednesday if wala akong hectic schedule."

"I was twenty-nine and I had met someone on the night bus and had a series of conversations that stayed with me when the person was gone. And I wrote it down the only way I could." Daniel looked at the dark blue notebook on the table. He thought about the twenty-nine year old Adrian and the four months on the night bus and the composition written in the year of it. He thought about all the years between twenty-nine and the rainy night, the nine years of the carrying, and the composition in the notebook all that time — the inside view of the recognition, preserved. He thought: the notebook is not F

said the man with him. “What time is it now?” the man asked, looking at the cover of his black notebook. 21:21 written in golden letters on the black leather cover turned into 21:22. “We still have some time. Let’s grab something to eat,” the man said, dragging the other with him. It was then I noticed that almost everyone roaming on those streets had one such pocket notebook. It was the size of a mobile phone and probably was the phone of Blank Space. Anyway, I had the information I needed.

He was watching them too. Then he looked at me. I looked back at my notebook. Very normal. Very fine. "You always carry that thing everywhere?" he asked. I looked up. He was still looking at me. "The notebook?" He nodded once. "Pretty much," I said. "What do you write in it?" I blinked. That wasn't a question I expected. "Notes," I said carefully. "For class mostly. And sometimes other things." "Like what?" "Just… thoughts." He looked at the notebook for a second.

And like that, we were in front of my quarters at the east end of the long walkway. “Let’s get in,” he said. “Wow, a huge flat screen television, and is that a game console?” he asked, with a hint of excitement. “Yeah, it is a Playbox series R pro infinity edition” “What the heck is that!? What type of naming sense is that?” he replied, laughing hysterically. “Okay now, let’s get to class”. Then he said; “System, take us to the realm of infinity.”

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.