Novel & Cerita Trashy Town Book

It was a chaotic din of shouting, coughing, and the grinding of scavenged metal. The Slag Heap was a shantytown built into the foundations of the city. Hovels made of scrap iron and rot-resistant tarp were stacked on top of each other, bridging the gaps between the massive support pillars that held up the glorious Empire above. A river of sludge—industrial runoff—flowed through the center, glowing with a faint, toxic green luminescence. "Stay close," Tristan warned, keeping a hand on the small of her back. "Don't make eye contact. Don't stop walking."

“If a book can break your nose, then you deserve it.” I stuck my tongue out at her and opened the book, flipping through the dusty pages. The paper made noises under my fingers as it was filled with messy handwriting, childish drawings, and promises from a naive girl who thought everything in life was either good or bad, but never the messy grey in between. “Do you remember the day we penned those pictures down?” Elaris asked as she flopped onto the long-armed chair beside me. She curled her legs under her, just as she used to when we were younger.

It was a dream about a set of people in a different world with different sets of rules. In Goodness’ dream, he claimed that he saw some people moving excitedly in an unfamiliar library at the centre of a small town. They were books with different covers: black, brown, yellow, pink and even blonde covers. The men and women all had long beards that extended to their jaw. The place was so weird with all sorts of weird customs and traditions and weird fruit bearing trees. The scent in the air was unpleasant like charred old newspapers. The sky was a worrisome grey, such as he had never seen before in his life. Some of the men carried historical books, screaming delightfully with open hearts as t

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Final Thoughts: As you embark on this reading journey, I invite you to immerse yourself in the world I have created. Let your imagination run wild, and allow yourself to experience the adventures that await. I hope this story brings you joy, excitement, and perhaps even a new perspective. Thank you for choosing to read my work, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts! All my love, Samiat Owoyemi Author/Creator of the Town

Yet… even after all that security, I felt vulnerable and defeated as the memories of the people being slaughtered and sheer demonic violence rushed into my head as I leafed through the burnt pages of that book. The book was last rented by a girl preparing for the medical entrance exam to bring her family out of poverty and permanently shift to Arginieth to have a better life. Seems this was the last book she would ever rent. Not just her body, but her dreams and the future of her family buried under this debris with this book. I looked at the sky and took a deep breath. “What’s the point?” I mumbled to myself as I threw the book back into the mountain of debris, which had once been a temple

Since I didn't know it was him from the day we swapped phones. Instead, I loved the Milo Beckett that came from his town called Cheshire. I loved how humble he is with such accomplishment. I adored the guy who kept making me laugh, telling me corny jokes, poking fun at me when he teases me naughtily, and that Milo Beckett he shows to me when we are together.

“Not yet. This isn’t active distortion. It’s leftover. Residual.” “So what now?” Austin asked. Mia stood slowly. “We go to the library.” The Library – A Book That Writes Itself We hadn’t been back since the palace’s memory bent beneath us. The shelves were taller. The dust... thicker. But the whispers were louder. And then we saw it. A book on the central pedestal. Blank. Until Mia touched it. Words appeared—ink rising to the surface like blood in water. It wrote: “This chapter already happened.” Then:

The bridge crumbled behind me, but I stopped myself from looking back and just kept running until I burst through the door at the end, and suddenly, I was standing in the middle of an empty street. “Crownshaven.” I murmured to myself. But not the version I remembered. This one was burning. Ash drifted like snow. Buildings groaned, hollowed out and blackened. The moon above was full and blood red, bleeding light onto a town that looked like it had been chewed up and spit out by the apocalypse. And then I noticed the bodies scattered all around me. Ryker, Reina, Odessa, Allen. Even the raven was scorched and crumpled.

They stepped inside, holding up their torchlights, only to be met with a room filled with garbage. The stench was unbearable, thick and suffocating. Amidst the filth lay a worn-out, grimy mat—it had been my bed. The only possession I had was a tattered doll I'd brought from home. The doll stood out in the squalor. Its age was apparent; the fabric was faded and patched in several places. Yet, it was clear the doll had once been cherished, lovingly repaired by its owner.