Small Pocketbook Novels & Stories

We looked at each other and walke over to the closets one. Behind a row of books there is a dim light shining through like a silver lining of a cloud. Mitne starts to remove the books before I help him. And there one crystal was. It is smaller than I imagined it to be. I can pick it up with one hand and that is the confusing part. I placed in into my magical pocket before we placed the books back how we found them. “I would have thought it would bigger,” Mitne was now looking at the crystal as we were walking over to the next beacon. We created a shared magical pocket since we are both magic users. We agreed that if we find anything magical related we would put it in the shared pocket.

“What in the world?” She turned on the overhead light and opened her bag wide, pulling out the larger objects, like her wallet and makeup bag. Nearly everything was out, and the journal wasn’t there. It wasn’t a huge book, only about the size of her palm, but it was thick and heavy, so there was no way she was missing it.

The address is xxxxx. She even sent a few pictures over. One of them was a picture of a simple box with some clothes that had turned yellow. It was obvious that they were outdated, and the fashion was popular back then. Apart from that, there was a picture of a hardcover notebook that was popular decades ago. There were a few stickers of popular rock stars of that era on the cover of the notebook, and on the first page, a few words were written in pen with strong strokes.. 'Connie's Notebook'

She knew it wouldn’t hold up to close inspection, though. The next order of business was to grab her go bag. She went to the small closet and gently pried the back panel off. Behind was a small crawl space area. A black back pack was there. Poppy did a quick check. Her emergency cash was there along with a burner cell and a few changes of clothing. She counted her money. She had exactly $578. Moments like this made Poppy wish she had stashed more away. Unfortunately, she had used most of her emergency fund to pay for her classes last semester.

Just return the card that holds the money for the wedding. As she spoke, she shot me a meaningful look. My eyes flickered, but I agreed. The moment I took out the card and handed it over, Erick snatched it first. He knew Nancy's ID information and her usual password, so he quickly checked the balance on the app. Then, he turned the screen toward everyone and let out an icy laugh. "Jessica, you really have no shame. Out of 130,000 dollars, you're only planning to return 1,300?

I opened the first-aid kit and moved the bandages around. "I already inventoried that," Mr. Coop said, his voice flat. "Bandages, antiseptic, one needle, and some thread. Nothing drinkable." "I'm just looking," I said, ignoring him. I reached into the very bottom of the sack, feeling around the seams. My fingers brushed against something flat and crinkly. I pulled it out. It was a small, vacuum-sealed plastic pouch that was tucked into a hidden pocket in the lining. It didn't have a label, just a small diagram on the back.

"No return address." The package is small, rectangular. Brown paper, twine tied in a clean knot. Deliberate wrapping, like someone took time. Ava perks up. Medication forgotten. "For me?" "Let's see." I pull the twine loose, peel back the paper. Inside: a hardcover book. ‘The Paper Bag Princess’ by Robert Munsch. The cover shows a girl in a paper bag facing down a dragon, crown askew, determination written across her illustrated face.

"Anywhere is better than here. Any fate is better than being Tony Marino's wife." She stopped before the small wardrobe where she kept her belongings. She opened the door and looked at the contents: a few simple clothes, a spare rosary, a prayer book. Nothing that could sustain her in the outside world. But then her eyes fell on the bottom corner of the wardrobe, where she kept a small leather pouch her mother had given her years ago. Inside it, Sofia had placed some savings—coins left over from her allowance when she was still in the world, birthday gifts she had never spent. It was not much, but it was something.

I walked into the inner part of the book shop and excused myself after I belched. “This one is Six Thousand Naira”. “If you interrupt mw again, you won’t like what I’ll do to you…” The shopkeeper saw my countenance and left me alone, before going to fetch cellophane bag. He picked up the 2009 Guinness Book of World Records and bagged it, and waited patiently for me to pick another book. I soon picked The Family by Mario Puzo and Carol Gino. I was handing the novel to the shopkeeper, who was already with a calculator, when I saw it. It was a dark hardcover book, with pink and dark designs. I smiled broadly and extracted it from the shelf with both hands.

I waved both of my hands, hoping she would know that I am grateful. "Oh right, I forgot..." She said before she reached in to the front pocket of her pink apron. The woman pulled out a pink mini notebook with a snap button and a small pen tucked in the gap of the strap. "Here." She said as she offered me the notebook. Accepting the book with both of my hands, I looked down at it with confusion. "I thought it might come in handy. Besides it's small enough to fit in to a wide pocket so you can carry it anywhere." The woman said.