Poem Book Pages Novels & Stories

“I’ve been working on just two.” “Finished yet?” “Nope. Almost. Wanna read it out for us?” The first few pages contain unintelligible scribbles that end halfway like he lost his train of thoughts. Some pages are cancelled. Calum flips to another page and stops. The entire page is covered with lyrics. The title of this one is tangled sheets. “Tangled sheet?” I murmur. “Yeah.” Calum’s blues hold mine and warmth shoots down to my core. I already have an idea what this song is all about. “You want to read it?”

Every page in that book carries the day's mess on it. That week has none. I turned back one sheet. Then forward two. The letters are the wrong shape. Not by much. Somebody has taken care over it, and somebody has had the book in front of them while they did it — the loops rounder, the pen pressed harder, and on the sheets either side of it that is not how the numbers get made. Nobody cut a page out of my book. Somebody copied a week out, wrote it again, and put their version back in.

Having left with nothing to say over this statement , Carol just nodded her head in agreement . The empress just wanted to read the book from beginning . But as she was just about to do it , she remembered the words of the man who was frequently visiting her dreams these days that she had to only read the contents of page No. 715 and the summon the P2 Guide Werewolf. Thus suppressing her curiosity , she just flipped the pages which were all blank and were dusky white in color giving off the appearance like the book was more than 20 centuries old. She didn't know up to where she had to scroll because there were not even the numbers over the pages. But as she was scrolling, abruptly there was

A gentle hum, like a heartbeat, thrummed through my palm. I opened it, but it was bllank. Just one empty page stark white, glistening faintly like starlight on snow. I shut the book. From the outside, it looked old and brittle, as if its pages should crumble to dust. But inside it was alive with a single page. I opened it again, nothing but light. Just a soft radiance that made my chest tighten for reasons I couldn’t explain. Uneasy, I placed the book back down and curled into my seat. Xareth returned some time later, silent as ever, and the carriage rolled on.

Until she got to the page... Only it wasn’t there. Yeap, it was literally blank. Ariel had gotten to the five hundred and thirty-seventh page, and she had flipped it a tad too fast, eager to get to her desired number, but there was nothing there. And so was the other page number that followed it. “W-what the…” Ariel stuttered, trying to describe what she was feeling. Was it disappointment or anger? She peeped closer into the book, looking for any signs, and on close inspection, she could see that the pages had been carefully ripped off so as not to make it obvious.

I'd been reading it a lot lately, desperate to find answers. I flipped through the pages, noticing something odd for the first time. A page was missing. Ripped out, to be exact. I blinked hard, bringing the inside spine of the book closer so I could properly inspect. I hadn't been seeing things. The paper left on the page was uneven, an indication that someone had torn a page out. Why would someone do that? I scanned the surrounding pages, trying to make sense of the missing section. It seemed to be a crucial part of the book, detailing werewolf lore, ancient rituals and witch potions.

If she were to stop to analyze it again, she would spend a whole day staring at the page, not reading or absorbing anything. But she couldn't help it much. The second page was equal to the first z the third as well. The fourth, the fifth to the sixth, even the twenty-seventh page was the same as the first, it frustrated her. She had passed through the corridors, endured all that litany of her mother and sisters, had to remain as calm as possible in the face of that scenario in which she did not have many memories of what would happen before the meeting with Lord Kim. All this following the idea of "the book will tell you the story", so that in the end the pages are white.

moving on to the next page. The husband, i paused at that, did i skip a page? my eyes travel to the previous page yeah, i was just reading on the capo i expected a continuation from there not another topic entirely. when my eyes travel to the bottom of the page it said page 4, on the next page its numbered page 18. what the hell? It seems some pages are missing, when I take a closer look at the middle of the book gasped, more like ripped out. "Some pages are missing" I said out loud.