Pocketbook Holders Novels & Stories

if so maybe they will come here late. Putting his hand on his pocket, he picks up a box that is smaller than his smartphone. It is also thin which is why it is not hard for him to put it in his pocket. "I never thought I will have a chance to use this..."

“What in the world?” She turned on the overhead light and opened her bag wide, pulling out the larger objects, like her wallet and makeup bag. Nearly everything was out, and the journal wasn’t there. It wasn’t a huge book, only about the size of her palm, but it was thick and heavy, so there was no way she was missing it.

Blake said and pulled out a bag for the reporters to see. Many scoffed at the bag as proof that there was another world, but suddenly Blake opened the bag, and out fell many contents that the little bag couldn’t hold. Some crystals and stones gave off a powering aura that everyone felt. Gold coins and even a sword were taken out of the bag that could have only held a few coins the most. “This here is known as a Space Pouch. It could hold a room full of equipment and various items but no living beings.” Blake explained. The reporters quickly took pictures of the fantastic item in Blake’s possession. Even Jake looked on with admiration and longing.

“This might help keep an eye on any fallout. Or, you know, other things.” I leaned down and opened the bag. Inside, nestled in custom foam, was an array of unassuming objects. A couple of high-end button-style cameras, smaller than a dime. Several tiny, black acoustic dots that looked like fittings for furniture. A sleek pen. A USB charger that, according to a scribbled note, was the receiver and power source.

A few heartbeats pass, and then he’s back—holding a small velvet pouch from one of his side pockets. I recognize it. We carry identical ones. Tactical storage. The pouch twitches in his hand. “What’s that?” I ask warily. “A little friend,” he replies. “Insurance.” Before I can say anything, he steps over the threshold into the workroom, and I follow. We circle around the table until we’re face-to-face with the book. The gourd sits off to the side. I keep my distance. The grimoire looks untouched. But there—between its pages—a strip of parchment marks a place like a bookmark, tucked in hastily. As if the owner had to leave in a hurry.

I glance at the first pocket to see everything everywhere. Nope, not it. No, that’s her makeup bag. Is this it? Nope, that’s her notes. “What pocket is it in?” I ask, already done looking at the first one. “I think it’s in the second one. Or was that my hair products pocket? Try checking it just in case.” I unzip it as it unleashes a pack full of hair accessories, combs, and an iron curl. “Amber, I don’t think it’s in this one. It’s too full.”

There could be other stuff inside, but with all the guns, it was hard to tell. I'd never held a gun before, and I wasn't about to start now. Shooting myself by accident was the last thing I wanted to do. An end pocket on the bag's exterior caught my eye. I opened it even though I was sure it contained extra ammo for the guns. It turned out to be more than a pocket since it had a solid encasement to prevent its contents from being crushed. My fingers ran over something long and metal. It felt like a small container. It took a lot of patience, but I wiggled it free from the tight compartment. I'd been right. It was a small silver case. It had two separate buckle latches.

Maybe the size of a softball, and Evan found inside a small bag with some weird straps. He frowned at it and then looked at his Dad. “What’s it for?” “Well, normally, when shifters transition into their creature form, they don’t have pockets, right?” “Yeah, and what this is to hold something?” Evan couldn’t think of what he’d need to carry with him.

Dominic reached into his back pocket and pulled out his old leather wallet. Holding it in front of him, it looked much too large to have fit in his pocket, but Leesa knew the wallet was magic. Not only did it fit in places it shouldn’t, but it somehow held more stuff inside than a good-sized suitcase. She had seen Dominic pull stacks of cash and handfuls of jewels out of it. She wondered what he was going to take out now.

He handed me the pizza and I carefully put it on the small table beside the shoe cabinet. I held up one hand. “Hold on, let me get the money.” I made a short trip to the coat stand. I wasn’t the type who took out all my belongings from my pockets and put them on the table or inside a drawer. Whenever I got home, I simply let whatever was in my pocket stayed in my pocket until I needed them. Just like I thought, my wallet was still in the right pocket of my coat. I pulled out two tens from my wallet and walked back to the door.