BookstoreHeaven smells like someone else's allergies.Bookstore5 years ago in Free Verse
Ages and pages and dust, packed high to the ceiling
History in a thousand books I'll take the time to read only after I'm done living
A place where I could go a million years and happily never see the sun.
The spines of the old books crack and groan under my fingers as I pry them apart
Pulling their covers open like they were clams
And I am looking for the pearls inside
The stories glittering brighter in black ink and yellow pages than some mere stone ever could.
Ladders reach from floor to ceiling
Stepstools litter the ground
Packed up haphazard against the shelves
By the last patron to reach upwards for the Science Fiction.
Feeling the weight of uncounted words settle a comfortable shawl around my shoulders
It covers my frame lightly and loosely
Warming me body and soul from the inside out
The most comfortable home I know.
I breathe deep without coughing
Turning reverent circles beneath the ceiling-floor shelves
Eyes closed but getting diz
Bookstore ReligionLurking in the shadows of roses,Bookstore Religion3 years ago in Free Verse
I formed my own Gods,
my own constellations
between the thorns in my teeth.
Naming them after characters
in a November's love story,
Porphyria, Dorian, and Gatsby-
I tasted earth and copper pennies.
Choking on peppermint and oils-
out of my mouth in rambles of
I recited poetic prayers to the classics.
Of Bookstores PassedOf Bookstores PassedOf Bookstores Passed6 years ago in Editorial
At four in the afternoon this last Tuesday, a bookstore closed in a town near me. It wasn't unexpected. Everyone knew about it from several weeks ago and even before then. It wasn't the nicest bookstore I'd ever seen. It wasn't the most homely. It wasn't particularly big. And sitting on the floor to glance through a book was taboo in this place.
At best, it reminded me of another bookstore which once existed very close to where I live. It was called Readmore Books. The logo in the front was a simple image of a child reading a book. It existed for as long as I could remember as a kid. It had the longest magazine rack I could imagine back then. It had everything. It was where I regularly bought issues of Fantasy & Science Fiction Magazine. Opening them up, I would always dream of one day seeing one of my own stories in those magazines. The idea of a magazine like that inspired me to try and one story in a particular volume gave rise to my very first full-lengt
Zemyx- Bookstore(If you don't like yaoi, I suggest you don't read this)Zemyx- Bookstore6 years ago in General Fiction
Two friends walked into the cafeteria of Greensville High at 12:05 in the afternoon just as the school bell rang, signaling the start of sixth period. This was the time when Demyx and Derek ate lunch, as well as many other people. The place was crowded and noisy, as per usual, and they knew that they would be spending at least five minutes waiting in line.
"This is SO lame," Demyx complained loudly, reaching for a tray off the top of the stack. "My stupid physics teacher wants me to write a report on Albert Einstein. Einstein of all people!"
"What's wrong with Einstein?" Derek asked, stepping into line behind him.
"Well, nothing, except that I have no idea where to find any information about him. And the fact that I know nothing about the guy to begin with doesn't help."
"What about the school library?" the tall, brunette boy suggested, looking down at his friend with his soft, grey eyes.
"Um in case you haven'
Recently at the bookstore...'Divorce for Dummies' is sold out.Recently at the bookstore...5 years ago in Short Stories
The BookstoreThat was the summer we readThe Bookstore4 years ago in Free Verse
Leaves of Grass and fell asleep
together under the sunrise,
letting poems of the songbirds
stretch our limbs and free
our minds. Later that night
we went to the bookstore and
you bought Atlas Shrugged,
hardcover. From faraway
I admire your good American
work ethic, on foreign shores
we frequented apothecary cafes
and passed around House of
Leaves with girls in black lace
dresses and spoke in Only
Revolutions. Because the future
happened yesterday and yesterday
is far away. In thinking about
it we get worked up, we get
tearful, moods spiking and spinning
like your pointy cursive. I handcopy
Walden when I'm upset and when
I turn eighteen I'm going to adopt
Emerson as my middle name and
gift myself Illuminations. And
someday soon I'll title that book
I wrote for you and add it in here too.
barnes and nobleshe said she wants to lose her virginity at a barnes and noble.barnes and noble5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
it makes me feel so comfortable to be there, she said. the books, the pages, the people - all engrossed in print and words and new worlds, all like me.
she said, i want to make love in the fiction aisle. she paused. right between the palahniuk and plath, that's where i was this morning, i was reading the back covers of everything beautiful and thinking of you lying on top of me on the floor, and making something beautiful ourselves.
i want silence and intimacy, she said, i want bookstores. i want to be surrounded by book-bindings and straight spines with flat pages.
she said, at a bookstore, i can talk to anybody. i can be anybody. and i can know everyone by the pages they turn, and they can know me.
she said, it's beautiful.
she said, i can't write like you.
she said, i want to make something beautiful, too.
she said, let's do something to get us in the pages of a novel.
she said, i want to make love in a barnes and noble
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous3 years ago in Free Verse
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But like all mangled words I will be thrown inside a wastebasket
Saved for a rainy day
BrightheartBrightheart5 years ago in Concrete Poetry
My name is Brightheart, of ThunderClan.
I know you flinch when you see my face.
You don't know what happened.
You think my face is scary.
At least I found somebody to love me,
who doesn't care about what I look like.
I couldn't hide the scars if I tried.
But I accepted what happened.
I don't like it but I live with it.
My brother was killed in the dog atttack
an I got this left.
What we did was stupid but we did it so we could
be warriors, too.
I found a mate, who doesn't care what I look,
like, it's the size of the heart that matters.
Newcomers flinch when they see me,
kits squeak and run to their mothers.
It hurts but I'm strong enough to take it.
So don't be scared when you see my face,
you'll get used to it.
LibraryLibrary5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
I wander into my favorite forest,
where anything and everything is said,
where a drop of ink is a seed,
where words take the place of leaves.
Bookstore Shenanigans (JapanXReader)Bookstore Shenanigans (JapanXReader)2 years ago in Romance
“Why am I doing this again?” you huff as you trudged through the snow that was blanketing the sidewalk.
You were close to reaching your destination, a bookshop, but it was not just ANY bookshop it was the bookshop “he” worked at.
You mentally scolded yourself time and time again for your weak willed nature when it comes to this; you would come in everyday just to see the counter boy.
You had never spoken to him, nor have you ever even attempted to approach the boy but you were already in love with him!
You opened the door to the store and stepped inside the warm bookstore instantly running for cover when the boy looked up at you from the counter with those alluring chocolate brown eyes.
That’s when you realized something, there was no one in the store and you were alone with the boy who made you feel butterflies in your stomach with just a glance.
“I was wondering if you’d show up, it’s snowing pretty hard out there” you jumped at t
For the Love of Stella [Audio Edition]For the Love of Stella [Audio Edition]4 years ago in Short Stories
FOR THE LOVE OF STELLA: The Audio Edition
Click here to visit the blog and download the file
~ Adapted from a fan-fiction by Faith Kelter, based upon characters appearing in the Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji series by Yana Toboso.
~ RATING: T (language, some mild content)
~ RUN TIME: 1hr, 44mins
READ the story
Chapter 1 on dA
ARTWORK by Simply-Psycho
(In order of appearance)
GRELL SUTCLIFF ... Curt Rose
STELLA ... Samantha Ylagan & "Miles Sebastian"
RONALD KNOX ... Vick Valentine
ALAN HUMPHRIES ... Sukisho
ERIC SLINGBY ... Jason Marnocha
QUENTIN HOWSHAM ... Steven C. Phillips
WILLIAM T. SPEARS ... Dylan Spencer
PIERCE ... Erik Copper
KAT ... Pam Larson
LUCI ... Rina Adachi
5 Tips for Market Writers / Commercial Writing5 Tips for Market-based Writers5 Tips for Market Writers / Commercial Writing3 months ago in Reviews & Guides
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 9 “Types of Writers” – Section 9 “Market-based Writers”
With Links to Supplementary Material
Of all the types of writers, or methods of writing, the one with perhaps the most untapped potential is the market-based writer. Every time a marketable story comes along, bookstores are flooded with watered-down, poorly-written, knock-offs that exist to leech off of the hype of that original story and to take advantage of the audience's desire to remain in a world after the story is done. However, this does not have to be the case. Actually... market-based writing can be very good, and I'm going to explain how! Please keep the torches and pitchforks under your seats until the conclusion of this bout of heresy.
Tip 1: Figure out what really draws readers to the pro
[3DF Mini-sode] THE FIRST MONTH OF RED[3DF Mini-sode] THE FIRST MONTH OF RED3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
THE FIRST MONTH OF RED
A BLACK BUTLER Mini-Sode
Based on"Red Theater" from the Kuroshitsuji Comic Anthology fan-manga
~ Translated by Selene Broers
~ Directed/Adaptation by Faith Kelter
GRELL SUTCLIFF ... Curt Rose
MADAM RED ... Faith Kelter
Click here to visit the blog and download the full audio
RUNNING TIME: 8mins
~ "Die Hasen!", "Diabolic Waltz", "Home Again" from the Kuroshitsuji Original Soundtrack.
~ Various from the anime
DISCLAIMER: 3DF is non-profit. We are not associated with Yana Toboso, Square Enix, A-1 Pictures, FUNimation, or the writer of this story. We do this for fun and the love of the series, no money whatsoever. If you enjoy what you hear, PLEASE show the original sources support! The manga is available at your local bookstores and the anime is on DVD or via streaming on most
EnglandxReader- Just My RoommateYou pulled your tattered (f/c) coat closer to you as you walked down the streets, lit only by lanterns. You were just wandering around aimlessly, not having anywhere else to go. Your parents had decided to kick you out and you didn’t have any friends since you had recently moved to this neighborhood. Your breath billowed out in clouds of steam and you rubbed your arms, this cold was not making your situation any better.EnglandxReader- Just My Roommate2 years ago in General Fiction
“Well, at least things can’t get any worse,” you muttered to yourself. Than you felt two people roughly put their hands on your shoulders. Me and my big mouth, you thought as they led you into a darkened alley. They turned you around and you saw to men in hoods, and a shadow was cast so you couldn’t make out their faces.
“Hand over your valuables and you don’t get hurt.” One of them growled, and you suppressed the urge to laugh. You had no valuables.
“I wish, but I don’t have anything. But if
Bookstores, Capes, and CuddlesBookstores, Capes, and CuddlesBookstores, Capes, and Cuddles2 years ago in Romance
Eridan x Reader
You were at your job working. You like it there because it was a nice quiet bookstore. There was never a lot of people but it was nice and homey. There was a little café on one side and tucked away in the back was a little reading space with beanbag chairs and a fire place. It was your favorite spot to go after work. The boss liked you so she let you go there when there weren’t a lot of customers.
The shelves were all like a library which made it a pain to restock shelves seeing as you weren’t the tallest. Right now you were stuck behind the counter, laying your head on it and, twirling a pen in your hand. It was slower than usual so you were the only one in the store. Literally. The only person. It was awful. You loved the store but still. It’s boring when it’s like this. Sure you had work to do but you were putting it off. Just as you were about to go start said work a little bell chimed.
When the l
Request: EnglandxReader 3Request: EnglandxReader 34 years ago in Romance
You hummed a little tune as you walked down the sidewalk. You were heading to your favorite bookstore and that always put you in a good mood. You walked around the corner and smiled when you saw the sign. The little bell above the door clanged as you walked in. Your smile got bigger and you made your way back to the fantasy section.
You skimmed the titles on one of the upper shelves. You were looking for the next book in the series you were reading. You ran your fingertip along the spines of the books as you walked down the aisle. You finally made it to the series you were reading. You stopped on the book you wanted. Your hand wasn't the only one there though. You looked in surprise to see a man about the same age as you, in the same position as you. Your fingertips and his were barely touching and they were resting on the same book.
"I'm sorry Miss!" he said quickly, pulling his hand away.
"Oh no! It's fine!" you said with a grin. You noticed that he sounded British.
You stood in an a
Panacea: Chapter OnePanacea: Chapter One6 years ago in Fantasy
I'm not sure how to introduce this story. I'm sure it seems odd for me to write it in the first place and if I'm being honest I suppose I was jealous. Writing this at first was as simple as copying one of my friends but once I got going I really did my best to get everything written down. He had a good idea, eventually even long memories will fade. I, for one, don't want to forget where I've been, if I do there's no point in moving forward. We all know that life is tough, and sometimes things have to get worse before they get better. That's what happened to me. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Well I guess I should start from the beginning.
The Hard Life
Caelen dropped to the ground panting and wheezing. His blue eyes darted between the ends of the alleyway where he was hiding. A high fence divided the narrow space in half, blocking his path forward. This was why he hated being out in the open. No matter how careful he wa
The Character ChecklistFor each main character, consider the following:The Character Checklist7 years ago in General Fiction
-Point of Vulnerability:
-Current Living Conditions:
-Personal Habits: Dress, manners, ect.:
-Where s/he grew up:
-Physical appearance and how s/he feels about it:
-Main attitudes about people and events:
-Main shaping incidents in past influencing present life:
-What his/her parents are like:
-His/Her relationship with other family members:
-Schooling and his/her performance there:
-Others think of him/her as:
-What s/he likes to do in her free time:
-S/he is passionate about:
-One thing s/he wants more than anything else:
-His/Her major flaw:
-His/her major strong point:
-What I love about this character:
-The secret(s) to be revealed:
Barnes and Noble.Barnes & NobleBarnes and Noble.6 years ago in Free Verse
is my relief Saturday night
feet can only move
so quickly, the trail
can only be so straight
Barnes & Noble
Is my tree house,
a fort, above it all
and on the ground
are the childhood type bullies.
That we all need escaping from.
A bookstore is where
you look for love
on a saturday night
all the people you could ever want
to meet are in
a bookstore, on a saturday
My kind of love
is not found
on the sidewalk
in out door smoking
found in bars
or the bottom of beer mugs
I can't hear it in the house music
and it is not lured by
Abercrombie and Finch
My kind of love
is found in a bookstore
somewhere between the
graphic novels and poetry
BukowskiI'm looking for BukowskiBukowski4 years ago in Free Verse
in used bookstores
half because I can't stand
the thought of old men
collecting books of poetry
and half because I can't read
but forty year old inscriptions
in yellowed tomes.
And men cough behind the counters,
by 100,000 books, hoping
filthy fingers stay out of Melville
and maybe Stevenson,
greedy to read them again
before bed, the covers messy,
full of bookmarks
and bourbon stains,
they, coughing into mildew
pillowcases and their hands.
And my hands looking for
Bukowski, but finding nothing
instead only Melville
or maybe Stevenson
and the book sellers'
hungry eyes watching me
across the room,
wishing I could find
let's play make believe"So tell me again why I can't purchase this book?"let's play make believe6 years ago in Short Stories
By this point, people had already begun reaching for more books off nearby stands from their spots in line. A woman behind me pressed her fingers against her forehead as she exhaled.
"Sir, for the last time, you need to move to the back of the line." She was leaning across the counter when someone started shouting at me.
"Fine. Have it your way." I left her to continue with her more important customers and started browsing the Clearance books. I picked up a cooking book, flipped through it a little, then tossed it aside, causing it to land with a thud on the carpet. Before I could walk away an elderly woman stopped me to ask, "Are you going to buy that?"
"No. No I'm not."
She quickly whisked it off the floor and headed towards the back of the line, curving sporadically through the store. I turned back to browsing, some more cookbooks caught my attention when I noticed that the overhead music could be faintly heard through the masses of