October First Reads Novels & Stories

Enter then Mike deeply exhales and smiles he then imaging Alice saying these words while she's alive after reading the first he flips to the next page but turns out there is no text he keeps on flipping until the page goes to the center of the book and he found there. "Hi, there you reading this please tell my love, Mike, that I want to live more but I can't if the creator will get me then it's my time if you reading this doesn't matter who you are or if this is you Mike you know how much I love you right? but it seems these days I can't able to handle this to live more I'm giving birth of Augustine then I know what will going to happen next and yes, I his this from you I already know what w

I almost calmed down; until I looked at Marge's face. Nothing. Albert slowly opened his eyes. He blinked several times then looked at his phone. "6:54. 1st of"-his eyes opened wide-"July!?" Albert exclaimed. "I thought June has 31 days!" he hurriedly stood up, grabbed a flask filled with vodka from his bag and raised it as a form of a toast. "Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit!" he downed the bottle and got ready to face the new month before him as the ominous dream he just had lingers around his conscious during the entirety of his breakfast.

Novels, grimoires, Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson. Wait, what? The Emily Dickinson? She hid most of her poems until the day she died, but looking at this book, holding it, it feels like everything she had written is in here. It's a lot, there were still poems of her that I haven't read yet, I never knew about its existence until now. I quickly opened the book and the pages were amazing, you know that scent of old books? This one has it, that one familiar scent of home, of comfortability, of coffee in the early morning while it's raining. I stopped on a particular poem, one I've read over and over again. I'm Nobody! Who are you?

He read back through the year. He did not do this often — the notes were written forward, the hand following the eye, the thinking-in-progress preserved without the editing of retrospect. But once a year, on the last day of October, he reads back. He had been doing this since the fourth year, when he had read back through three Octobers' worth of notes and had understood for the first time what the record contained. He read the year. He read: January. The simplest version said. The foundation was named. Everything rises from here.

It was just another quiet day on the eastern borders of Bloodmoon. Andrew stood guard with the rest of the border patrol, anticipating the arrival of his Alpha and father. Suddenly, the distant rumble of a stampede reached their ears, and they immediately took a defensive stance. But as the figures came into view, their tension transformed into pure and utter elation. There was their Alpha, flanked by two Betas, leading a triumphant procession of wolves.

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