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A (very) short
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A (very) short
A (very) short story by Rose bud :)
LIBRARIES
“Great Expectations, A Christmas Carol, David Copperfield…” I whisper, running my fingers along the spines. Seeing a familiar book is like seeing an old friend in a crowd of strangers. Could I like it here? I wonder, could I study here? Read here? Live here? I’m not ready to answer these questions, but a voice in my head repeats one word over and over: adventure. Trying to block out my pulsing inner thoughts, I reason with myself. I know I won’t fit in here. Even at this special school, I’m still a misfit: a social outcast. Distracting myself, I glance around the library again. A purple cover. A familiar author. An old friend. In one fluid movement, I leap towards the low shelf and pull out the book, the plastic safety cover crinkling noisily. A boy sitting near the shelf laughs. Laughing at me, probably, and my strange obsessions.
“Look’s depressing,” he says. It takes me a few seconds to realize that he’s talking to me. I want to say, “it’s not really,” but my voice won’t comply. Instead, I flip through the pages, my brain not comprehending the typed words.
“I love libraries,” I say softly. The sentence itself seems strange; a comment to myself, a reply to the boy, a dedication to the shelves around me. It doesn’t matter what he thinks of you Rosie, I tell myself, he’s just another prospective student at an open house of a school you might not even go to. Sealing my lips so that I cannot betray anymore heart-felt admissions to a stranger, I turn my gaze back to the book. Distracted, I don’t hear the boy’s reply. A mumble about libraries… is it my imagination, or did he say: “everyone here does?” Everyone. Everyone. Everyone here loves libraries. The book drops from my hands. I smile. Maybe this isn’t just another school. Maybe this is the place where I finally belong.
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This is so darn short I don't know what to do with it, so oh well, I post it on the CB! This conversation actually took place between me and a stranger in a similar situation, but the character is not me and completely made up :)
submitted by Rose bud
(November 6, 2016 - 3:02 pm)
(November 6, 2016 - 3:02 pm)
Cool! If only I could say that for myself. I have a friend who claims she "doesn't read." Yeah. Sad. And my mom made two rules; don't read in the parking lot, don't read while going down the stairs
(November 6, 2016 - 7:40 pm)
Ya, my mom too. She even made the rule no reading past 9:30 after I stayed up till 12, absorbed in this 1 book.
(November 7, 2016 - 5:25 pm)
Top!
(November 7, 2016 - 7:12 am)
My mom's pretty okay with me reading (she's a librarian) but I'm not allowed to read in the car if I'm riding shotgun, I'm not allowed to read after a certain time at night, and I can't read until my homework's done.
(November 7, 2016 - 6:17 pm)
I'm not allowed to read at the dinner table anymore.
(November 7, 2016 - 7:20 pm)
SAME I LOVE TEH BOOKS
(November 7, 2016 - 8:07 pm)
Oh yes! Me too! I LOVE BOOKS!
I love books, so much in fact, that I will give you an example. If someone asked me which book I like most, I would give them a puzzled look and say: "Um.... I don't know..... I've read so many..uh... maybe Wings of Fire books, or maybe Harry Pottter, actually maybe it might One Dog And His Boy, or maybe it could be............ ect." I've even read a million comic books like Asterix and Obelix, Tintin, Peanuts, Garfeild, Calvin and Hobbs.
I have a disturbing obsession. Maybe it was created by living in a homeschooled housold of farmers and only two hours on the computer. It's surprising how many things you can do, but I only have like three sites I go to, and frankly I am not an internet explorer.
OH! Wow... makes me wanna.... YIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSS......
Jerald sliced his way through the Facebook and Twitter section of the jungle, avoiding the comments section, many evil things lurked there, such as the evil Thumbs Down Bird, sqwaking Un-Likes at you, or maybe even the dreaded Follower, slowly stalking you through the jungle and sending you disturbing Likes, slowly driving you insane. Jerald, armed with an Internet Filter with a fine blade, stumbled out into a clearing he had never seen before. He kept a watch out, wary of this seemingly peaceful place.
No Disturbing Creep panthers lived here, but he had met much worse through the famed Internet Jungle. The clearing had a small, clear pool, with a small, wooden sign saying 'ChaTTeR BoX ' With an arrow pointing to the pool. The grass was cleanly cut, and he heard Crickets peacefully chirping. He slowly sat down in the clearing, and took out an old faded map, a Map to the Internet. He traced the path he had followed and looked up. According to the map, he was here, one of the entrances to another world. This one was to the Chatter Box world. No weapons were allowed, and anyone being evil were banished forever from that world. So Jerald stood up, walked towards the pool, noting the childish handwriting on the sign, and dived in.
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Heheh. Sometimes these things come to me. It's wierd.
(November 18, 2016 - 3:26 pm)