Book Nook and Writing Corner discussion

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the fourth writing contest! I hope to see lots of amazing entries. There's no word limit, write a novel if you want to. The contest ends 12:00 midnight Central Standard Time on June sixth. (Y'know so it's all official.)

And now! For the part you've all been waiting for!

Your prompt is: I can read you like a book.

Use that in any way you like. Now get writing!

Hmmm I guess a character could say the phrase, or just perform it, or maybe find a new meaning to it. I can change the prompt if it doesn't make sense, that's cool too.

Chloe :D smiley face! wrote: "I can read you like a book
Your face is just a page
I know what's up with just one look
You can't keep secrets from me

I open your emotions
There is nowhere left to go
I see all your devotions
Don..."

That was amazing, Chloe! Thanks for entering! :)

I'll have to think about it for awhile

"Hey," Startled at the male voice, I turned around to look at him.
"Oh, you're the new guy, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I'm new here. Just trying to find the Chemistry lab. You know where it is?" His cocky smile betrayed that this probably wasn't just an innocent question. He was up to something.
"It's right there," I pointed my finger across the hall, a mere few feet from where we stood.
"You caught me... I didn't really come over here to ask about the Chem lab. I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me Friday?"
I sighed.
"Listen, new guy, whatever your name is, I can read you like a book. You don't even know me and you're asking me out. Based on what? My looks. What a guy," I added on sarcastically, managing to walk away without peeking back to look at his gorgeous sandy blonde hair, clear blue eyes, and six-pack abs.
"Focus, Kara, focus. You don't like the new guy."
All that convincing myself for nothing...

Great job, Claire! Thanks for entering :)

The doorbell rang and I jumped up, eager to see if it was Maddie yet. I swung open the big wood door to see Maddie there with a strange look on her face. Even though it was nearly May she was still wearing long sleeve shirts and jeans, whereas I was wearing knee-length sweatpants and a short sleeve tee. I invited her inside with a hug and friendly greetings and we climbed the stairs up to my room. We sat cross-legged on the floor and chatted for a while, like normal friends do, but I could tell by the way her eyes darted and she wrung her hands every once and a while that something was definitely wrong. I was a bit hesitant to ask her out right what was wrong so I decided to let her bring it up when she wanted.

“Um Kate,” she started in a quiet voice after a long while of just talking, “there’s something I need to talk to you about.”

“I could tell there was something on your mind,” I replied. “So talk to me.”

“Well it’s about Nate…” she started nervously. Nate was her boyfriend of about a month who she frequently gets into arguments with. He was a year older than her, a senior and a popular one at that, and he was almost always at a party or throwing a party that always had alcohol. I didn’t know Nate very well, but I figured that if he was a guy that Maddie wanted to date then he couldn’t be that bad, right? “We kind of got into another fight again,” she said slowly, “and I’m getting tired of fighting so this time….this time I told him that we were over-,”

“Good job, way to stand up for yourself girl,” I praised, glad that she knew what was better for her.

“But,” she said, causing my hopes to fall a bit, “he wouldn’t listen. I kept saying it’s over, it’s over, over and over but he wouldn’t listen to me!” She was getting worked up was nearly shouting. She hushed her voice and continued, not meeting my eyes, “And then he-he-he started to…” She didn’t finish. She didn’t need to. I knew what she was going to say already. I reached out and pulled her sleeve up and sure enough, there were black and blue, some even purple, bruises along her arm. I took in a sharp breath and looked at her, but she wouldn’t meet my gaze. I saw a tear slip down her cheek and I cupped her face in my hand. Only then did she look at me, her blue eyes wide and tearful. “he started to beat me…” she finished. She opened her mouth to say more but I shushed her.

“No more,” I said quietly. “There’s no more to say. I can read you like a book, Maddie. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

:( I kind of want to read more.

So do I :(

Maybe I'll write more then

yay!!

Yay more entries!

"I can read you like a book."I say to the person sitting opposite me on my living room.His name was Mr.Telk.He was cocky and arrogant.Probably thinking that there was no way I could prove that he was the one who did it.A pretty little case:My friend Mr. Bardner made a brand new invention but he hadn't patented it yet.Then we see the invention on the market.Mr. Bardner comes to me his friend and private detective and asked me to do the case.And what does Mr. Telk have to do with it?He's the president of a big company.Their only rival is Mr. Bradner because of his amazing inventions.The person who put the invention on the market was not him.And none of his workers look like the person that put the invention on the market.So how could he have done it?
Mr. Telk smiled smugly at me."There's no way you could prove that I was the one who did it.Not a girl like you."
See?I was right."Maybe." I replied."But let us not think of that for the meantime.What are your hobbies,Mr. Telk?"I asked.He looked startled for a moment,then regained his composure.He smiled smugly at me again."Given up have you?Alright.That's fine with me.My hobbies are technolology,business deals...he made a long list of his hobbies.One caught my interest.Makeup artist!"Excuse me,Mr. Bardner."I said."You have a makeup kit,I presume?""He stopped and nodded.I guessed it was the medium sized case next to his chair.
I got up and and walked until I was directly beside the case of question.There I pretended to stumble and kicked at the case.It flew open,revealing all sorts of makeup things.The products flew to the floor."I'm sorry!"I said to Mr. Telk going to the floor on my hands and knees and beginning t pick them up."You'd better be."he grumbled.I packed them all into the case and put it beside his chair."Excuse me for a minute Mr. Telk."I said.
I quickly walked upstairs to my private room.I called the police and told the chief(my friend),about what I had discovered.He praised me and said that they would be there soon.I hung up triumphant.I quickly got a snack from my room and walked calmly downstairs."I just got a snack.Would you like one?"I asked offering Mr. Telk another snack."No thank you."he said.I engaged him in converstaion for a while.
Then the police burst through the doors and held him captive.He struggled,but he couldn't escape.What is the reason for this?!"he asked.I started to explain."You said you were a make up artist.I saw you products and while I was stuffing the products into the case I felt a bump in the bottom.A small bump,but a bump..I opened it by pretending to put more products inside.I saw the disguises that the person who put the invention on the market wore.So you had the disguises and make up things in your case to solve this case.Also I could read your posture when I bumped the case.You tried to hide it,but I saw you stiffened.I told you I could read you like a book."I said.He turned pale and he didn't say another word.
The police thanked me,and I thanked them also but after I had protested that it was nothing..As the weeks passed,everything became normal.Mr. Bardner thanked me,,and I protested,saying it was nothing.He gave me a silver necklace with a real magnifiying glass.He told me to touch the button on the handle.I touched it and the magnifiying glass became bigger.It was his own invention,he said.I thanked him,and smiled.The next weeks,another case came.Another person that was sure I couldn't prove anything.And you know what I said?I said to the person,"I can read you like a book."

good story

Sorry if it doesn't make any since, I banged it out in like 30 mins. :/

I saw him at a distance, wringing his veined hands with something like anxiety. His breath was out before him in chill bursting vapors. I could see him thinking, wild gear churning thoughts. I needed him to be innocent and clear of all fault. Please be innocent.
“Jeremy, we need to talk,” I coughed to get croak out of my voice. No luck. “It’s important.”
He had barely acknowledged my approach with a smirk, but now he cocked his head in my direction, a mop of ink dark hair spilling over his brow. “Alright, then--talk.”
The beach was officially closed for the fall and winter seasons. However, for Jeremy, there was no such thing as restrictions. We stood on the surf, my loafers suctioning in the wet sand, his bare feet caked with grime. The wind was like knives cutting at my skin, Jeremy stood indifferently against it.
“A girl was found dead near your apartment. Just a block away. Have you heard?”
His reply was a subtle nod. One that made me hold my breath.
“Her family, they’re hiring a private detective. Best in the city. Bad news for the killer don’t you think.”
I watched the flutter of his eyelids, the way his lips turned down.
“I guess.But if he’s clever, well, bad news for the detective.”
“Why do you say that?” A dull ache was suddenly pounding out a solid rhythm at the back of my skull.
“Cops, detectives, spies: they’re all terrible at reading the real clues. It takes them awhile to figure out the game because they don't want to see what's really in front of them the whole time.”
“Doesn’t matter. Killers and murderers crave gratitude, you know? They all want to be caught, they all slip up.”
“Not all of them,” He said, sucking in a thin slice of air through his rosy lips. “Why are you here?”
He catches me off guard and his dark eyes bore through me. “Because I care about you. Because I want to make sure you’re okay.” Half truth.
“ Isn't that sweet? But you’re a bit easy to see through, Detective.”
The waves hit the shore and broke like cracking thunder. I swallowed.
“You didn't come here on a freezing cold afternoon to make small talk with me. I saw you standing there, trying to decide if I was a suspect or a witness. Guilty or innocent. You were praying for innocent, but my answers were too vague to pass the test.”
He suddenly lunged forward, lowering his voice to a snarl as he stepped to me. He smelled like salt and metal. No, iron. There, on the lining of his collar and the creases of his hands, was dried blood.
“You think you can read me like a book. Wrong. You don’t know me at all.”

Thanks so much Meiyu and Feki! :D
cool stories everyone! :D

When will the results be posted?

Most likely tomorrow :)

The winner is Zhanaestilinksi!

Congratulations!

Loved the storie, Congrats!!

Thanks everyone.Really great stories, too. Can't wait to put up the new prompt!

Congrats Zhanaestilinksi!

Great story Zhanaestilinksi, loved it! Congrats!