Skimming Through A Book Novels & Stories

"Lilih, your reading speed is so fast..." Jack whispered in shock as he took a bite of his apple, Liana finished reading two thirds of a book in half an hour. " Actually, I'm just reading to familiarize myself with current technology, not reading in detail, you know? " Since Liana already had a good base, she could figure out which parts of the text she needed to concentrate on after just a quick scan, this way she didn't have to waste time reading things she already knew, and as soon as she finished reading, she already picked up another and continued her reading.

I managed to get inside swiftly. I let my eyes wander leisurely, scanning the rows of shelves for one that caught my interest. A soft smile graced my lips when I realized the perfect section was standing right before me, waiting like an old friend I hadn’t yet met. With a gentle touch, my fingers glided across the spines of the books, their textured covers whispering promises of stories untold. My gaze danced over the titles, seeking something that resonated, something familiar until one caught my attention. “All About Dreams,” I murmured softly, the words rolling off my tongue as I carefully pulled the book from its place.

I smiled at him and he disappeared on the spot the same way he appeared. I looked at the book and sat down on the carpeted floor. I was ready to learn and I looked at the drawing on the cover page. It wasn't a drawing per se but more of an engraving. It seemed to be calling to me and I touched it. It was a circle with drawings inside it and there was a spiral shape that has three points that emanated from the middle and I touched it and without knowing where a needle or sharp object came from since I hadn't seen any on the book, I felt my finger get pricked and before I could take it back, blood had already trickled on the book and I heard a clicking sound and there was light all around the

Sex. Nope, I won't go there. I'm not thinking of that. After moments and moments of reading the same paragraph again and again, I gave up and placed the boom back to where it belongs. I wasn't really paying attention to the storyline of the book, I'm just senselessly reading. I don't even know what the book is all about.

Lisha POV The first things I noticed when I entered the library were the comfortable sofas in front of the fire, the smoke from the flames dancing on the wood, and the dusty smell of ancient books. Sunlight streamed through the window, and dust particles floated in the air. The room was lit with oil lamps strategically placed beside shelves filled with hundreds of books. A calm, comfortable feeling settled inside me; I could lock myself away in here for days and lose myself inside the pages of a book, leaving all my troubles behind me. I promise myself I will do just that one day in the near future, but I have plans to make right now. I reach out and caress the binding on the book closest to

Not all people are used to hear something like what they are talking about. She cleared her throat and tried to concentrate on what she is reading. It was just a simple gesture without a meaning. It's just that other people like to assume that there is something behind those pantomimes and even thought that it's a negative reaction. She's still busy reading her book when she was disturbed by someone who tapped the table loudly where she is reading. To her shock, she suddenly loosened the grip on the book. Her gaze went up to see who it is.

I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face. "Are you serious?" she asks. I take the book from her hands and flip it open to the first sex scene and hand it back to her. I watch as her eyes flit across the page. As she reads, a pink flush spreads up her neck to her face until she looks up at me. "You read this whole book?" she asks, flipping through all of the pages. "Yep. Jack and I both did. And every week we go to book club to talk about it. The ladies have kind of taken an interest in us. Giving us some tips and things." I admit, feeling my face blush.

I don’t know what I’m looking for. Not really. Just— Something to focus on. Something that isn’t my thoughts. I pull out a book, sit down, and open it. Flip a page. Then another. Words. Just words. History. Names. Old events. I try to read. Actually, try this time. Follow the lines. Understand something. But my mind drifts. Back to Lauren. I exhale quietly and turn the page. Focus. Just focus. Minutes pass. Or maybe longer. I don’t know.

I need to process and just have a minute to breathe. I turn the books the right way up and try to slide them back into the shelves silently when the title of the first catches my eye and stops me pushing it in. It’s a psychology textbook about his personality condition and I impulsively tip it sideways to let the pages flip open for a quick nosey. That part of me that is eager to know more about what it means in terms of him as a person kicking in. I scan the words eagerly, desperate for more insight.

It’s a book. I cautiously look around before picking it up, my eyes widening at the sight of its age-old cover. With a gentle hand, I brush away a thin layer of dust to reveal the time-worn engravings on the letters. Carefully, I open up the book and scan through its contents taking in every detail. It's from an era that has long passed us by.