Reader Lives A Thousand Lives Novels & Stories

Maybe the only fun I had there was flying with swords. Then the future galactic world? Honestly, out of all my ninety-nine reincarnations, I didn’t reach that kind of world yet or even some apocalyptic world, and I’m thankful for that. [11:59 pm] It really felt like I am having some sort of a countdown for New Year. But in my case, it's a countdown for my New Life. Yes, let's just call it new life and not death. It sounded depressing to call it like that.

he said. "Mm." both friends rubbed their chin. "Wise words." "Yes, I read because I get the ability to live a hundred lives in a hundred places. Every story is different and that's why I never get bored." Ruvyn and Nieven shared a smile and looked at the young boy. "We hope you'll read a story someday." "Sure! Anytime." Jimmy smiled. After the three of them finished dinner, Ruvyn and Nieven were called by the royal secretary, he had something to tell them about a rich centaur who got hurt in a fight.

Numerous wires anchored to a monitor that beeped as a reassurance of life. "I got almost a library of novels and comics yesterday and yes, i am a reader now. I couldn't watch the movies without you so I read the books. I know I cheated" A laugh erupted from his throat. "...I can't wait for you to wake up so we'd go through that list of yours!" He moved a strand of her hair away from her face. A one sided conversation never a bother to him, even though the pack doctors kept pressing the fact that there wasn't any proof she was aware of her surroundings because of a cognitive dissonance or whatever they said..

I curl my legs up underneath me on the chair and I begin to read. It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering the neighborhood. I smile as I read, and on a few occasions I blink back the tears. I feel like I’m having an out of body experience, gifting an elderly woman time with her favorite book before she dies. Suddenly, this is the most important job I have ever had.

And as a reader, he too could experience another life through the shoes and thoughts of the author. As a wise man once said, "A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies", and Mikhail held that true to the core. His mother had rewarded him with books to read to fill his lonesome days when he was a child void of friends. It gave him a thrill to learn new things and imagine himself in a whole other world with just the flip of a page. "Mikhail, I'm back. I--- Who are you?" Susie asked as she headed into the library, heading straight for the table to confront Aria.

I once read quote from Sir George Martin which read "A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one." And from that day I tried reading as much as I could. Reading was my escape from Reality. My bed dipped breaking my chain of thoughts. I glanced at Alex, he was wearing sweatpants and a white teeshirt that gave a good view of his built. I could make out that basically Alex loves working out. Without wasting any other moment I began covering different topics. We solved multiple choice questions, studied medicine and discussed some psychological facts. Alex himself was a very bright student.

The air in the room shifted, growing heavier. “Ava,” Luna prompted, raising her eyebrow. Ava exhaled sharply, sitting up straighter. “Something’s off.” Luna looked at her in confusion, “What do you mean?” Ava pointed at the screen. “Look at his eyes.” Luna did. And then she saw it. There was no reflection in his pupils. No catchlight from the bright studio lights, no mirrored image of the set. Just a void, deep, endless, like looking into something that didn’t belong.

CAMILLA RENÉE TUESDAY. I plunge the bottled water over my bed and slid down, but my whole body still wriggles and relive the last fifty minutes of my life. Verity be told. I didn't think I'll make it past the section of the library without melting or floating across the floor, but I did. I could even say a greeting to the distraught librarian, I could dig out my cell phone—order an Uber and subsist by the sidewalk, peeping over my shoulder, half predicting him to show up again.

I reached the desk and touched the journal. The moment my ink-fingers touched the paper, the room changed. The red light vanished, replaced by a cold, clinical white. The girl’s bedroom walls didn't dissolve; they turned into **Glass**. Outside the glass, I saw thousands of people. They weren't "Shareholders" in gold suits. They were normal people. Teachers, students, parents, workers. They were all holding books. They were all reading. And they were all reading **Her**. "She's not the Reader," I realized, the horror dawning on me. "She’s a character too. She’s the 'Reader' in a story about someone who reads."

It felt so real, like I had lived it before. I looked at my hand and saw a ring just like Alice's. That was when I knew. It was not a dream. It was my past life. After I died back then, I begged God for 300 years for another chance. Here I was, lucky and doing well at last. I touched the ring and smiled. Cheers to a life that was going to be great and full of sparkle this time around!