Novel & Cerita The World Between Us Book

“What do you mean?” “A third book,” they said. “One that fills the space between her silence and your voice.” I swallowed. “That sounds like something the world needs.” River nodded. “But I don’t care if the world needs it.” They smiled. “I do.”

A ·− N −· Y −·−− B −··· M −− Z −−·· C −·−· O −−− D −·· P ·−−· E · Q −−·− F ··−· R ·−· G −−· S ··· H ···· T − I ·· U ··− J ·−−− V ···− K −·− W ·−− L ·−·· X −··− Thank you all for reading my book hope you all are liking it. This book is the opposite of Utopia and if you know the definition of that…. then you will understand this world. Yet remember there will be holes in this story, and to fill those holes you must use your imagination to fill them in. Sometimes in writing less is more, a mystery even.

The stories, however fragmented, painted a portrait of a richer, fuller existence, one vastly different from the harsh reality of our own. The stark contrast between the world depicted in the book and our current surroundings was palpable. The book’s vivid descriptions of lush forests, clear skies, and bustling cities were a world away from the radioactive ruins that surrounded us. It was a reminder of the potential of humanity, a testament to what we had lost, and a beacon of hope for what could still be.

I placed my satchel on my lap. The book has taken over his world. It's how I see it. He is reading something about parallel universe, it’s what I can see from the rolled page. I lean closer so he could hear me perfectly. “Do you believe in a parallel universe?” He close the book that he’s been reading this whole time and create a distance between us. Well, maybe he is reminding me that we are not acquainted. I lean back from the table that’s separating us. I wryly smile while he is looking at me like I am an annoying creature that approaches random strangers. Oh well, it’s partially right, or absolutely.

"No, but I can't get into details, let's just say they wanted two different things in two different worlds and no one took the time to view the imperfections in their world before they judged the others." - End of Chapter 15: Worlds -

That name crashed onto my head like a meteor hitting the ground. The world around me went blurry for a moment. I stepped forth and grabbed Tim's arm, clawing half a dozen creases on the fabric. My voice nearly cracked as I demanded, "Are you sure Cece can't talk? Is Zoe the only person who can help her?" A hint of hesitation flickered in his eyes. It was nearly imperceptible, but I saw it. Tim quickly gave the back of my hand a soothing caress. "I understand where you're coming from, but can you set your prejudice aside for Cece?"

she widely smiles when she saw her little sister. "Sarah, there are both black and white in this world. These two colors are parts of our life. God puts us in a world of black and white for us to see everything, for us to realize that life isn't about happiness only." Sarah walks near to her little sister. "Don't worry. Everything ends with a happy ending. If this is not happy, then its not the end yet," Samantha said before disappearing from Sarah's sight. Sarah turned her sight to the sea. Realizations hit her. "You're right, sis. It is not the end yet."

The first pages of the book were typically a story of my mother's childhood, teenage life and all that, nothing worth reading. But as I went further, my eyes caught a text written in bold letters. “The one to mend the bridge between two worlds.” “What does that even mean?” I scoffed, reading further. After about ten minutes of glancing through each page aimlessly, I was fed up. “This is trash,” I muttered, closing the book. “Waste of my precious time,” I added, my face twisted in a frown. But just before I dropped the book, a little paper fell from it, landing on my thighs.

I nodded my head and sat properly on my bed while Donald sat on my reading chair. I didn't even know when he walked in because I was in deep thoughts. I know he's gonna ask me about Chloe and everything I meant when I was talking to Chloe. How will he react when he finds out that I'm not from Earth? That I'm from another world? Are we still gonna get close or will he hate me? Geez, I don't want to even think of Donald hating me. "It's fine." I said at last. "So, are you gonna tell me what happened out there with that girl?" He asked after a brief silence between us.

I kept trying to remember the title of the book that I had read before but I couldn't. "Come on! Where are you guys?" I talked to books like I was insane. I'm too desperate to know more about them because I couldn't still believe that I met one of them. ****** 3 days have been passed, and I still couldn't found the book related to the other world. And I've never seen that girl again. Well, I should have expected that since she certainly doesn't belong here. But my curiosity was killing me, I couldn't even sleep in three consecutive nights. I couldn't move on! I was still thinking about them if the world they lived in was different from here, their cultures, and some sort of stuff about them