Reader Lives A Thousand Lives Novels & Stories

I couldn't remember the last time I actually slept. My nights were full of insomnia and vivid dreams, and getting any rest seemed impossible. I leaned back in the recliner with my eyes closed, and before I knew it, I was back in that dark cellar. Those filthy, degrading insults flooded my ears. "Ms. Johnson? Ms. Johnson?" My eyes flew open, and there was Julian's face. He looked calm and collected, though there was a crease forming between his brows.

Arthur stretched. “Power of dividing and conquering,” Rah laughed, lying down on the floor to straighten his back. “Also, you picked the smallest books. I once read a book that was more that two thousand pages long. It took me a while to finish it,” he added, stretching on the floor. “Wow, you have a lot of time at your hand,” Arthur spoke with raised eyebrows. “No, just interested in reading. When you are a human in a city of wolves, you don’t have a lot of choices for fun,” Rah laughed.

My whole body is numb, and all I can do is cough and sneeze. As soon as I get to land, I lay on the cold snow in a ball on my side. I can't feel anything. Maybe I am going to die. Freeze to death. Here lies Temperance Andrews. A pathetic nothing that died with no one to care about it. I close my eyes, not caring what will happen. In movies, there is always a person telling the other not to close their eyes. But no person is telling me that, so why should I care? ******************************

In his hand was the journal. “I need you to read this,” he said, motioning to the book in his hand. “I need you to know.” My eyes blurred, and I tried to focus to grab hold of it, but couldn’t. It was only four in the morning, after all. “Will you read it to me?” I asked. He nodded and slid onto the bed next to me, and I curled into his side as he began to read. The world always seems to stay the same, but a person grows and evolves constantly. From infant, to adult, and beyond. When you are younger, you’re invincible, but it only takes one act to realize you are far from it and one act can destroy you.

He gave it to Ernest to post. Ernest wrote in the journal: A reader wrote a handwritten letter. She said the book gave her language for something she had been living for twenty years. Don wrote her back by hand. The book has found the reader it was written for—not only the editor, not only Thomas, not only the reviewers who understood the argument. The reader who was living the argument and needed the language. The account the book keeps. The keeping finds its readers.

"What are you reading? Besides the textbook." The change in subject threw me. "Um, I just finished The Stand by Stephen King." His eyes lit up. "The Stand? That's over a thousand pages. You actually finished it?" "I've read it three times," I admitted. "Three times?" He looked genuinely impressed. "Most people won't even read it once because of the length." "The length is part of the appeal," I said, feeling slightly more confident talking about books. "You get to live in that world for longer, get to know the characters so deeply. It's like being part of something bigger than yourself."

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He opens it. They read for four hours at the kitchen table. The Saturday morning becoming afternoon. The coffee getting cold and being reheated and getting cold again. The Montana November outside. He reads the What I Saw chapter last. She watches him read it. His face does the thing. The underneath one, present. Fully present. When he finishes he's quiet for a long time. He looks at the page. At Lily's handwriting. At the specific things she wrote about seeing from the yard and the hallway and the kitchen window over seventeen years of watching.

“Sammy is getting torn apart by his father by now. Victor is surrounded by enemies who smile to his face. I cannot just sit here and read while everything burns.” “And you cannot keep acting like you are invincible,” she snapped. River rubbed his face with his hands. “Jayden,” he said carefully, “did you even finish reading that Gem of Life book.” I froze. “…No,” I admitted. Jane made a sound like she was about to scream into a pillow. “I actually read the whole thing,” River continued, and I turned to him in shock. “I wanted to understand how a human like you can do all this. And also if I could do it too.”

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin