Read To Self Novels & Stories

Her voice cracked but never broke as she read aloud a letter to her younger self: Dear Me, I’m sorry they made you feel like your body was something shameful. I’m sorry you believed silence was your only shield. But look at you now. You’re still here. You’re learning to speak. And one day, you’ll be loved loudly. But for now… love yourself enough to keep going. Sophia blinked against the tears. Not just because Ralia had spoken. But because she had led. Later that night, in the solitude of her journal, Sophia wrote:

I have got my own shits to deal with. *

So expect anything. Till the next Adios.

Opened it to the first page. She read the first sentence. Then the second. Then the third. Her phone buzzed. Idris: What are you doing? She typed: Reading. Again? Again. How many times are you going to read that book? She looked at the page. The words were the same. The sentences hadn't changed. But she was different now. Until I don't need to anymore. And when will that be? She set the phone down. The room was quiet. The street below was quiet.

My breathing echoed loudly in the confined space, uneven and shaky. I inhaled and exhaled as my hand tightened around the piece of paper still clutched between my fingers. Slowly, my gaze dropped to it again. That note. Those words. I had already read it more times than I could count, yet I still found myself unfolding it once more, my hands trembling slightly as my eyes scanned the lines again. And again. And again. As if somehow, the words would change. As if maybe I had imagined it. But no matter how many times I read it, it remained the same. Unchanged. Real.

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It's impossible to really work as the main worker like your peers. Learning became the only path she knew at that time. Failed college entrance exam freshman year. She prepares for the exam next year. After Tet, many classmates gathered together to review at university exam preparation centers. Each month costs several hundred thousand tuition fees. There is money for meals and room rental. So she decided to self-study at home. Every day I stare at the book. Many places do not understand, memorizing is okay. It means copy and paste. Nothing to think of it.

My finger shake as I open the text. It reads: "Where are you? We need to talk!"

“A reader. You attach it to any book, codex, or artifact that contains recorded knowledge. When activated, it transfers the contents directly, without opening the object or disturbing any seals bound to it.” His eyes sharpened with interest after my explanation. “Directly… to my mind?” I raised a brow at that. “No, mine,” I corrected subtly, “or to itself. It stores what it reads. The information can be retrieved later, intact. It doesn't depend on the creator’s mana, only activation.” Silence fell between us. Feline let out a low breath, something between disbelief and awe. He stared at the reader as though he were witnessing the finest creation of his time, and heat crept up my cheeks desp

End them. ***