The Book With No Picture Novels & Stories

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

—Flashback— “Bronx, there’s a monster in my closet. Maybe it’s a witch.” I peek into his room. He’s reading a book. I bet it doesn’t have pictures. He says books with pictures are little kid books. I like books with pictures though. Maybe when I’m ten like him, I won’t like picture books anymore? That sounds boring. I’ll like picture books forever. “There’s no monster or witch in your closet.” He keeps reading. “It’s your imagination.”

No one noticed my entry. I went to the non-fiction section of the library. I was looking for NF 107. One by one, I looked at the spines. Where is that? I'm praying the book is still here. I spent a few minutes going back and forth through the books until I saw what I was looking for. I smiled. I picked up the thick book. I dusted it off. During the period of placement here, the book was not listed in the library. And no one knew that this book existed. It’s been almost a year since I put it here. A dark green hardbound cover. No title. I opened it and took out an SD card. I looked around first before I put it in my jacket pocket.

"Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank and of having nothing to do: Once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it. " And what is the use of a book without pictures or conversations?" thought Alice. So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid) whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a white rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing very remarkable in that, nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the rab

Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting. Trisha walked slowly to where it was and pulled it out of the other nine books crammed into the same row with it. She repeated the same process she had with the other books she'd picked—dusted it's shabby cover to see it's name. Unfortunately and very shockingly, too, there was none inscribed on it. That was odd. She flipped the book to the other end but nothing. It was empty of inscriptions, just like the front was. Slowly, she opened the book to first page.

The… I was distracted with the reading when the page beside it shined. I heard the page call for me. It was like the book wanted me to read that exact page. There was a picture of a girl there. She was in black and white. The wind blew her long hair, and covered her face and her long princess dress to hide her figure. I was afraid to place my hand on the book. I had seen a movie like this where the girl entered the book. This book was erratic. I wouldn’t take the risk.

The Emperor could not stand for anyone to disgrace his family. Yuna replied, “Please don’t misunderstand. This book is not just any ordinary book. This book cannot be read by anyone but the princess.” The Emperor looked at the cover of the book once more. How could this book be any different? He ordered the eunuch to fetch the book for him to look at it more closely. When the eunuch handed him the book, he noticed that the cover did not seem to have any letters on it. He was confused. He opened the book and noticed that there was not a single line in the book, and it seemed to be empty pages with some bumps on it.

Without hesitation, I opened the book to the first page. The pafes were filled with elegent handwritings, seemingly written. As I leaf through the pages, o realized that it's not just any ordinary book and it made me wonder because it looked so weird. There was absolutely no picture at the front, neither was there a name that identified the author who wrote the book. Was this the book we were searching for? Why was it in Cassandra's room? Had she been pretending all along that this book was yet to be found? I felt a breeze coming from no where as I looked into the book, till I opened a page and saw a note inside. I took it and opened it. 'If anybody sees this book except the one who is chose

Gus tells her, flipping through the book. He lost her place in the book, which is something that she truly hates. The book has nearly six hundred pages and she would have to comb through them to find where she was at. That made her angry and loosened her tongue. “Of course, it doesn't have pictures. Some of us that can actually read past a second-grade level actually enjoy the words and do not need pictures to tell the story. It requires being able to read.. I am sure that a neanderthal like you would have no idea what that it is like.” She snaps at him, pushing to her feet angrily.

Celea landed again and show her brother the book she had found It had a black cover with absolutely nothing written on it and that wasn't even the weird thing about this book. The pages inside were also blank