Tear Stained Prayer Book Novels & Stories

I stood silently crying in front of the single stall restroom, the door was locked and there were no windows. For the past hour I had been trying to convince myself that Adam really didn’t mean what he’d said in a bad way, I mean maybe I was being too loud and obnoxious. He most likely meant to save me from further humiliation on my birthday. With a sad smile I gazed on at my hunched over reflection, my teary eyes barely able to make out the black streaks running down my face but not blurry enough to cover up how red my cheeks were.

“Experience is the only thing secrecy pays well for." Then he left. Gabriel stood by the door while I set the archival box on the table and untied the ribbon. The cloth came away first. Under it lay a journal, black once, now scorched brown along the edges. The cover had warped slightly from heat. Ash had settled into the spine. It looked like an object saved from fire by someone who only had time for one desperate grab. Under the journal sat a slim packet of receipts, a church transfer slip, and a photograph so smoke-darkened I could only make out a hand and a railing.

But I guess I wasn’t either, so why would he be? I carefully clip the anklet around his ankle, and stand when I’m done. He opens his box and I see a gold one like his, plain. He bends down and I extend my foot. He clips the plain anklet on top of the jeweled one, his sea foam green eyes not leaving mine the entire time. It made me swallow thickly, the intense look in his eyes. The priest opens the book he’d been holding, about halfway through, where I can see a knife acting as a book mark.

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.

Kingsley opened his mouth to answer but before he could, the office doors burst open so hard they slammed against the wall. Tia rushed inside breathing heavily, clutching something old against her chest. “I think you both need to see this,” she said immediately. Kingsley stood up first. “What happened baby?” She walked straight toward the desk and dropped the object in front of us. A book. Old as hell. The cover looked half destroyed, dark leather cracked with age, ancient symbols carved into the front almost faded completely. The second I looked at it, something inside me tightened. “What is this?” I asked carefully.

And there was a little notebook in between. With blue fabric cover. He carefully took it out. The pages were yellowed. But the scripture was amazingly clear. On the first page: In case someone comes. Silence. No one had to ask. Of course they opened the book. The first pages were simple entries. Small observations. Written by a child. About rain. About teaching. Over the garden. Over the sea. Then the texts became more sad. Handwriting more restless. And finally they found an entry that changed everything.

The thin sheet of paper trembled in the silence for a long time, like the final echo of a departing voice. Tears finally broke free from Marcel's lashes and splashed onto the letter, landing atop tear stains that had already dried there. "Cedric..." Marcel's fingers tightened around the page until his knuckles turned white. Delilah stared at the neat handwriting covering the letter, her chest filling with an indescribable ache. The man who had always listened to them, who had grinned foolishly and declared himself the happiest person in the world, had been forced by their betrayal to grow wings.

" Let's go to church," Joash said " Okay" I answered It took us 30 minutes to walk from the cemetery to the church, we kneeled and took the moments to pray and ask for forgiveness After a minute of praying, I slowly sat on the bench and saw Joash praying wholeheartedly, I can't help myself but smile on him. " Hey let's go," He said, I didn't notice that I was already drowned on my thoughts. Today is another depressing day for him, he smiles like stupid to cover the pain that he is facing, he laughs like dumb to show that he's happy even though he's dying inside. His heart pierced with billions of needles and no one cared to help him to remove it.

I just tried looking for paper in another book on the shelf but I couldn’t find anything except for one page of one book that had a lot of space that was less than half full of writing and behind it there was a whole space page. “No choice,” I whispered, then slowly tore the paper. “Patrice!” “Ah!” I quickly picked up the book that I had lost because of Shin’s sudden scream. I took a deep breath before looking at the book and wishing that the page of the book I tore had not been damaged. I counted up to three in my mind before opening my eyes and when I looked at the book, I relaxed and smiled when I saw that my face was still well, so I tore it completely.

As she made her way to the living room, she called back, “Let’s get to work” Tara followed obediently. She hadn’t noticed the large cloth sack Maggie carried until the old woman reached inside and pulled out a thick, leather bound book. Tara stretched forward to take a closer look. The book showed years of wear. The binding was worn thin and the pages were yellowed. At the end of a long black ribbon that was glued within the binding of the book was an octagon shaped crystal that measured one and one-half inches in length and one inch in diameter.