The Book With No Pictures Book 소설 & 이야기

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

When I was finally able to find mine, I went back to the couch and sat down beside him. "Alright, at the count of three, we're going to open the book. Are you ready?" "I am." "Onee..two...three!" Matthew didn't take his eyes off me while opening his book. It was as if he was so sure that he would win. "You picked a book that has no illustrations in it." he suddenly told me. "W-What?!" I looked at the book I was holding and figured out he was right. "H-How did you know?"

I despise him so much and it is so hard to hide from this world when you know that every corner of this Academy is shouting Cayden's name. We just went to the shelves and I looked for a book to read because. I was thoroughly checking the books when I touched a book and it felt like I was suddenly electrocuted so I immediately let go. Shit, is this what they call static? I was curious, I looked at the book and I raised my hand again to touch it and this time I was not electrocuted. I took the book and looked. It is a brownish color book with moleskin. It looks old but still, it is in a good condition. I just read the title of the book.

The book was old and worn out with the faded red spine and the colorful cover. It was the only book on the shelf that wasn’t a self help book or a book about werewolves and it was ‘The Secret Garden’, I opened it and thumbed through the pages until I found what I was looking for. The picture was folded in squares and it was worn out from age and frequent use. Before opening it up, I could tell you exactly what was in the picture frame by frame because of the amount of times I have seen it.

I closed the book with a gentle thud, letting out a disgruntled breath. "What's wrong?" King Karl's voice cut through the room, and I flinched, startled. I had thought he was asleep. Taking a deep breath, I made to answer. "None of the books here have any pictures." I replied, displeasure seeping into my voice. The king's gaze flickered to me, his eyes glinting in the dark. "You keep looking for picture books. Why?" he muttered, his voice low. I hesitated, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. "That's because I don't know how to read," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

The house was quiet; the nanny had already finished and left, leaving just me and the children. Later that evening, after dinner, I sat with the kids in their room. I picked up one of their storybooks. “Storytime!” Caleb clapped his hands, bouncing on the bed. “Alright, let’s see what we have tonight…” I opened the book. The pages showed colorful drawings of a family of three camping outside under the stars. I cleared my throat and began to read:

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

One from Adrian. And for the first time, I realized that even small gifts had a way of bringing people closer together. After the conversation ended, I walked into the living room and picked up the new book from the couch. The cover was already a little bent at the corners from being handled so much that afternoon. My child had clearly carried it everywhere in the house. I flipped through the pages slowly. The pictures were bright. Rockets, planets, and stars filled almost every page. It was exactly the kind of book a five-year-old would get excited about.

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Just when I'm ready to turn the page, my book is snatched away by Amber, making me look at her, confused. "Ah, hey? That's my book!. . . . Oh, Amber! What do you want?" I cross my arms and close my eyes with frustration. Amber and her friends giggle as they flip through the pages and scuff at my book. "What the hell are you reading? This thing doesn't even have pictures in it?" She gives the book to Mackenzie who begins to read the back of the book silently.