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All I desired to do was dry myself, wear a clean set of clothes, pick up my favourite book—Tell Me Your Dreams by Sidney Sheldon—and sit on my ‘bed. Ever since I found that book in the trash a couple of years ago, it had entertained me whenever I got bored. What intrigued me at first was the title, as I also had a few dreams. When I started to read it, I was hooked. I used to finish my chores as fast as I could, just so I could pick it up once again. I liked to imagine myself talking to its characters as though they were my friends. Yes, I had read that numerous times, yet I would read it over and over again because that was the only book I ‘owned.’ Perhaps someday, I would come across anoth

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

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--- At 4, Maya sat in her flat. She made tea. The new kind. It was just tea now. She didn't think about it anymore. She sat at her desk. The book was open. Page one. She'd been staring at it for hours. Her phone buzzed. Idris: Did you read yet? Not yet. Why not? She looked at the page. The first sentence. She knew it by heart. Because I'm scared. Of what? She thought about it. The weeks she'd spent with this book. The way it had become part of her. What would happen when she finished it again? What would happen when she didn't need it anymore?

I slowly went to sit on the sofa, on the spot where he was sitting some time ago. I stared at the first book. A yellowed cover, almost a few decades old, lay inconspicuously on top of the other books. I should divert my mind. What if Janet’s vision is wrong? I have never met an oracle until today, but I have heard that not everything they say is written in stone. Having nothing better to do or think about, I picked up the first book titled ‘Renaud pack’s Rise and Fall’ which was written by Al Mauvin.

Azrael asked. “I haven’t gone far into the book but it’s a story based on an actual schizophrenic patient the writer knew; it was meant to educate the public about various mental disorders in the mental asylum they call hell. I thought it would be fun reading a genre I’m not too familiar with.” I explained as I touched the front of the book. “I can recommend something if you get hitched. Utopia by Kelvin McLean. It’s about a nymphomaniac struggling to overcome his issue so that he can be in a happy relationship with the woman he’s been in love with for seven years.” Azrael recommended.

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“Not every day. Just when I need somewhere that doesn't work and isn’t here and isn’t full of other people’s versions of my story. Somewhere I can sit with myself without having to manage anyone else’s reaction.” “Good. That’s a solid plan.” She glanced at the books. “What did you get?” I showed her the titles. She nodded like they made sense without needing explanation. “Those look about right for the mood you’re in. Quiet ones.” “They are. I didn’t want anything that asked too much of me today.” “Smart.” That evening I sat on my bed and read another chapter of the novel while the apartment settled into its usual night sounds. The library card was back in my wallet.