Novel & Cerita Short Story Reading

Something about that landed in the center of my chest and stayed there. We went around the circle. Marcus read three stanzas of a poem about his grandmother's kitchen that was so quietly devastating it made the room go still. Priya read the opening of something that felt like literary fiction — a girl at an airport, leaving somewhere she couldn't name. A boy named Darius read a rap verse he'd been working on, rhythmic and sharp and funny in all the right places. The other two read shorter things — a flash fiction piece, a personal essay about a younger brother. Then it was my turn.

"Are you ready for today?" "Yes! What book are we reading today?" I show her the book I picked out. “ We are reading Little Rabbit!” I say in excitement Brenda claps her hands and runs to the reading circle of children who have started coming in The rest of the children trickle in over the next few minutes. In comes Matthew the boy with ginger hair and for missing front teeth. Then Agatha, the troublemaker. Kelvin, the little child who is so hyperactive. They are also different but I love them and their own way

Then, slowly, so slowly you could nearly miss it, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Lee's face lit up like Christmas. She smacked her hands softly against her knees. "I'm gonna read you a story now," I said, as if it was the most important thing in the world that I could give them. I reached over and took up the storybook I'd kept ready and reclined among the pillows, reading the pages with slender fingers. Sami said not a word, he didn't need to. Neither did Lee. He merely gazed at me, his big eyes hushed and wide, absorbing each of my murmurs as though it were song.

She needed the accountability of a grade, the competition of her peers. She tossed her textbook aside and fished under her bed for The Story Girl. The title had worn off, she’d read it so many times, but Kylee never tired of the main character and her stories and travels. The library had given up trying to get it back years ago, and Kylee just kept reading it.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

He could’ve stayed at his office for overtime. She finally asked him tonight but he didn’t bother answering her. Rolling her eyes at him and turning away, she opened an app on her phone to read. She finds reading stories is less boring than reference books. She only likes short ones, though. She doesn’t have the patience to read full-length novels. Not even a novella. She wants to finish reading a story within an hour. Melissa laid on the couch, with him in her view and her body on display for him. She smirked as a naughty plan occurred to him. Well, there were some bed scenes on the story she’s reading and they’re quite descriptive of what’s going on between the characters.

He said and hurried to wipe his tears. "Tss. Why did you cry? You can't even remember my life. This is more like a fantasy story like you read in w*****d stories." I promise here. I don't read W*****d. Misha is the lover, I only hear about his stories. He likes to read gangster stories. Then he imagined that I was a female gangster. He has a story he wants to tell, what is the title now?... Monster High? No, that's not it... Mon... Mon... Montello High? Yeah, that's it because he has reread it several times and he still wants me to read it too like what the hell? I don't like reading that mushy stuff, and besides the stories are exaggerated too much, but Misha is an addict, or maybe I just d

She was for me, and I was for her. "Mommy? Daddy? Why aren't you reading for me?" Our lovely daughter interrupted, looking back and forth her parents with her round adorable eyes. God, she always made my heart melt. "Alright, sweetheart... Once there was a carpenter..." I then started reading. Well, this was how my life should be. Perfect. -The End- *~*~*~* Adam Sebastian’s story is finally here!!! Check out “Playing With The Billionaire” Here on Goodnovel.

“You think I am old? Age is just a number. I still believe I am young. You never know, I might even outlive you.” Shiva’s face tensed a little. He looked down, avoiding the old man’s eyes. They stepped out of the store, filled with their own thoughts, and ambled in opposite directions towards their homes. Shiva carried a short-stories collection in his backpack from the shop. Mr. Ben had told him he could take any book from the shop to read. He planned to read it to his sister at night. She loved stories, especially those with happy endings. She loved to imagine herself as a character in those stories and live the happy lives vicariously. This was the only pleasure Shiva could give her – for

Scarlett laughed too, despite herself, and she headed over to the door. She caught sight of herself in the reflection of the glass and was struck with the brilliant smile she saw on her own face. She pushed open the door slowly. The sound of Emily’s soft reading filtered through first. She was reading her favorite bedtime story, The Velvet rabbit. Scarlett sighed, her heart was full.