Science Verse Book Novels & Stories

Sixteen thousand feet in the air, Jimmy Davis felt the physical world fizzle away as all his thoughts sequenced on Esquibel's mirror-picture poem, which was exposed through the lid of the box. McEwan quickly found some paper and copied it down longhand. When she was done, the three of them took turns looking through the text. It was like some kind of archeological crossword… A riddle that promised to reveal how to open the cryptex. Jimmy read the verse slowly. Before he could even consider what ancient password the verse was trying to reveal, he felt something far more essential resonate within him - the meter of the poem.

Every moment is this. Without moment. This. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The this that is. Only this. The book never opened. Because there was no cover. The book never closed. Because there was no ending. The book was the opening. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Without one. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence.

A well worn, thin strip of leather hangs from the bottom of the book marking a page towards the back. When I turn to the page the air is sucked right out of me. My name in giant golden letters at the top, and the most beautiful, inked image of a wolf howling at the moon takes up most of the space. Down the righthand side, next to the spine are words, laid out like a poem, but I don’t recognise any of them as English. “Haec verba recita ut intus bestiam absolvas. Benedicto lunae revelavi tibi.

It contained a single book. “Woah! This is crazy,” Roger whispered. Lazarus walked up to the book, it was in a glass protective casing. “You didn’t know this was here, did you?” Velma asked. “No, I didn’t,” he clarified. Lazarus inspected the book. “What is it?” Nigel demanded. “It’s so beautiful,” Clarke admired. Lazarus gulped when he realized what it was. “It’s the Book of The God’s.”

Veyd shouts a warning. But I'm everywhere now. *And I'm hungry.* --- **The Eclipse** The Primal Verse arrives as the sky dies. Their ship eclipses the sun, its tendrils carving trenches into the earth. The sapling-*my body*-stretches toward them, roots crackling with stolen power. **"You're late,"** I say, my voice a chorus of storm and rot. The Verse's answer is a beam of pure entropy. I catch it. --- **The Aftermath**

he asked in a low voice. Only then did Kimberly realize she was holding a Latin version of the Bible. He had already taken the thick book from her without waiting for her to respond. He put the bothersome book aside. His cool voice became more profound, "In the Old Testament of the Bible, there is a poem that doesn't carry any religious colors. It's devoid of God or deities, speaking only of the girl he loves." "Do you want to hear it?" "Mhm." Kimberly felt his wandering hand; her cheeks flushed red, and she casually replied.

I got out a dense packed book and quickly went back to Reuben in bed. He looked confused and disheveled; his inquisitive gaze fell on the book in my hand. He asked, "What is that?" I, in turn, proudly presented it to him, "Lo and behold Your Highness, this right here in my hand is the 5th popular limited edition of Busty Asian Babes. I heard it is so stimulating that you can release at any time." Reuben with book in hand, "..........."

The waves began to float harmoniously in his direction, and only stones did not allow them to get out of the sea surface. Opening the first page of the book, he began to greedily read it. Before his eyes, beautiful words filled with the spirit of old times floated. Gently plunging into poetry, he himself, without expecting it, suddenly began to read aloud, read aloud and solemnly. And with his voice, the waves, too, began to rage as if they made it clear that they were hearing him. What kind of verse it was and why with every word his heart fluttered, we do not understand. But one thing is certain, it was a verse about love.

I read out as she looked at me with shocked eyes. “That’s trouble.” She mumbled. “Sorry what?” I asked. “You don’t know what Gravity Bar is don’t you.” she said and i feel a chill travel down my spine. “No.” “That place is in the middle of life and death. No one can come out of there because...” She trailed off.

"We have the Shallows. We have the Red-Verse. We have the Deep. But there is a fourth verse, isn't there? One that Leo and Mia never wrote down because they were too afraid to sing it." ​"The Verse of the Void," the Keeper whispered, his eyes wide. "The one that says the garden doesn't end at the atmosphere. It says the universe is the soil." ​Kael nodded. He looked up through the emerald ice-ceiling of Callisto toward the distant, cold stars. ​"Prepare the Respiration," Kael commanded. "We’re going to the edge of the dark. We’re going to tell the Oort Cradle that the Davis family isn't for sale."