The Book About My Idle Plot Novels & Stories

Although he can't leave here, like me, who knows what he gets up to in his spare time. "Not quite," he says, holding up the book so the cover faces me. On it, is the name Shinee in bright golden letters surrounded by dark tinted italic pattern swirling around like magic. It looks similar in configuration to mind. "It's a book, on your mate." I echo my thoughts, curious about getting my hands on it. "So, basically the same premise of mine? Isn't this like some kind privacy breach?" Damon shrugs his shoulders. As if he cares.

Maybe the only thing holding me back… was me. ****** The quiet of the apartment that evening was almost unsettling. I had packed up the children's book I was trying to read earlier, now I just lay on the couch in the living room, the soft hum of the city outside pressing against the windows. My lips moved silently over the shapes of the words I was trying to force into memory, but my mind wandered.

Finally, I satisfied my rumbling stomach, and fell asleep. It was later in the evening that I awoke, stretching and yawning. It was a nice sleep. Pulling off the sleeping cap, I rose and yawned, stretching, before launching into a warm-up exercise. Then my eyes caught the bookshelf. There were books. Did that mean only books by the author were written? I went to the shelf, and pulled out a book, and checked it. It was about the history of the Palace, Magenir, and I was right about the author—MoonCub.

They drag the bulky, strange-looking books off her shelf, and I watch the youngest guard in the unit wipe his hand on his pants after touching them, hoping nobody notices. And nothing suspicious shows up. That’s what starts turning the screw in me. Because every single object in this room raises its hand and explains itself. The letters are letters. The jewellery is jewellery. The books are strange, and strange is not a crime, and everyone under this roof has known for forty years exactly what those books are and whose they were. Ida’s. The peculiar old woman who came back off her long roads with peculiar old cargo and gave the best of it to the granddaughter who worshipped her.

The pages inside were thick and blank smelling faintly of woodsmoke and leather. "A gift " Julian said softly. "For the thoughts, descriptions and fragments of dialogue that you don't want to keep on a drive. For the stories that belong to you without an audience demanding a twist or a platforms algorithm dictating the pace." Elena opened the book running her fingers over the paper. It was empty. For a writer who had spent over a decade filling spaces the emptiness didn't terrify her anymore. It felt like an expansion, a open landscape stretching out toward an unwritten horizon.

She looked pampered and polished and expensive, like a trophy on display. "There's a book on the nightstand," Lena said quietly as the others began packing up their supplies. "The boss thought you might want something to read while you wait." I walked back to the bedroom on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else. The book was waiting for me on the nightstand, a novel I had never heard of with a cover that showed a woman standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out at a stormy sea. I picked it up and settled into the chair by the window, the silk of my dress rustling against the upholstery.

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At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.

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All I felt was exhaustion. On a sunny weekend, I sat alone in the yard, looking at the camellias I'd carefully nursed back to health. New buds were already beginning to show. I made myself a cup of coffee and picked up a book to read. The sunlight fell on me, warm and gentle. There was never a moocher trying to steal someone else's home. It was nothing more than a greedy man and a woman blinded by ambition, together staging a farce that ended in their own humiliation.