BookstoreHeaven smells like someone else's allergies.Bookstore3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 Religion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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.
Recently at the bookstore...'Divorce for Dummies' is sold out.Recently at the bookstore...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
The Bookstore For a brief moment, her gaze drifted past the stout, little man and landed on the counter, or, more specifically, a plastic container that contained a myriad of colourful marbles. The old man, bless his sweet soul, was completely enamoured with them. She remembered, when she had first started the job, how he had explained their significance to her.The Bookstore7 years ago in Erotic More Like This
"They are the eyes of the future," he had said, admiring one as he held it up to the light. She had thought at the time that he had lost a few of this own marbles, but it didn't take long for her to fall in love with the old man. He was so warm and sweet, and his knowledge of literature was astounding.
Her attention was drawn back when he turned and began to walk to the backroom, still chatting away. not knowning whether she was supposed to, she followed him. What was th
Of Bookstores PassedOf Bookstores PassedOf Bookstores Passed4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
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
The BookstoreThat was the summer we readThe Bookstore3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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.
Tales of Ogawa TG: BookstoreTales of Ogawa: BookstoreTales of Ogawa TG: Bookstore4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
*This takes place in the same story universe as Mecchen House*
On Tuesdays after my tea ceremony club, I like to visit a little bookstore on the edge of Sekkei.
It’s much smaller than any of the other bookstores in and around Ogawa but it’s my favorite. The others have their merits. All the most recent magazines and volumes in neat, organized rows. And, standing in a line over the new mangas, there is always a shooting gallery of young guys dreamily gazing at ridiculously busty girls.
I stand behind and, with a flick of my finger, I see (still only in my mind’s eye) them change to match those girls.
Flick. A tall boy with glossy, brown hair feels it lengthen and then gasps at her undeniable breasts as she turns and drops her book. Gone forever is the tall boy. In his place stands a petite girl with a trim navy cardigan revealing her new body. She lifts her pink and blue swirled school bag, not noticing all the cute adornments. Sh
The Bookstore pt. 2Dani glanced up for the hundredth time it seemed, to that womans squeal. Her eyes narrowed as she looked through the window onto the tiny patio. That rich yuppie woman had crawled into Scotts lap and was laughing as he whispered something into her ear. Dani clenched her teeth tightly to keep from screaming. How long are they going to sit there?The Bookstore pt. 26 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Suddenly, as she sat there seething at him, his gaze met hers from through the glass and across the bookstore. Blushing furiously she glanced down, horribly embarrassed and angry at having been caught staring. A few moments later, she glanced up again, and indeed he had gone right back to smothering that woman. However, this time, as he molested the womans throat, his eyes remained focused on Dani. She glanced away quickly, but somehow, her eyes found their w
barnes and nobleshe said she wants to lose her virginity at a barnes and noble.barnes and noble3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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
PoliceForcestuck: The Bookstore 2Officers Harley and Vantas drive the cop car towards the bookstore. The woman who came to them sits in the back and calls herself Ms. Lalonde. While Karkat steers the car, Jade gets the background information from Ms. Lalonde.PoliceForcestuck: The Bookstore 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"When did you discover the body?"
The young woman sits properly in the back crossing her legs, "Around fifteen minutes ago,
I tried to get here as fast as I could."
Jade jots down on the note pad, "I kind of wish we still had Vriska for this."
"She needs to learn her lesson, Harley," the troll mutters focusing on the road.
"Anyway," Officer Harley turns back to the civilian, "What's your position at the
Ms. Lalonde shifts her legs, "I'm interning as a cashier there and I was the only one
working there when I found the body."
"Awesome," Jade continues to scribble on the small piece of paper. "Now was there anyone
else in the library? They could be possible witnesses."
"Well," Ms. Lalonde fiddles her fingers, "I have reading assignments that I do during
PoliceForcestuck: The Bookstore 1Officer Vantas sips his fresh coffee inside the police department, and then he spits it out. "Damn it Gamzee!"PoliceForcestuck: The Bookstore 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His partner, Officer Harley laughs at his misfortune, "Another bad batch Karkat?"
The troll grumbles, "I thought I told him to buy a new coffee maker!" He dumps the liquid
into a nearby trash can.
"You did, I guess he forgot," she presumes. Karkat gets out of his chair. "Going to get
another cup from here?"
"Yeah you want anything Jade?" he offers.
"No, but if you could hand me the document over the Beoma case, then that would be great."
Karkat grabs the file on his desks and passes it Jade. She thanks him as he walks away for
some better coffee.
Jade looks over the file sighing, it has been a week since Aradia was saved, and things
are just starting to go back to normal. They've been handling traffic jams, served
speeding tickets, worked crowd control when Aradia was released from the hospital, and
filed reports of course. Sadly her two closes co-workers are acting differentl
Zemyx- Bookstore(If you don't like yaoi, I suggest you don't read this)Zemyx- Bookstore4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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'
PoliceForcestuck: The Bookstore 4Officer Captor scampers into the police department with a folder in tow. His destination is Officers Harley and Vantas who are currently sitting at their desk working. When Karkat can hear the yellow blood's panting, he turns away from his work.PoliceForcestuck: The Bookstore 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Please tell me that's the fucking results," the troll begs.
At reaching the end of his run, Officer Captor leans on Karkat's desk for suppport, "Yeah,
I got it." He hands it to Karkat before collapsing on the floor.
Karkat carefully inspects it, "Did you read it?"
"No," Sollux gasps, "I saved it for you guys. So for all that is decent in this shit hole
"Come on Karkat," Jade encourages at her desk, "It's been three days! We need to get a
move on already."
Officer Vantas waves her away, "Fine, fucking fine I'll read it." He flips the folder open
and reads the results to himself. "I don't believe it."
Jade sits at the edge of her seat, "What is it?"
Karkat looks at her straight in the eye, "It's nothing. Only junk." He throws the folde
Bookstore TherapyHave you ever been in a bookstore and just wanted to cry? Not, necessarily, because anything is the matter at that exact moment, but just because it seems like a good idea at the time. My therapist says it's a good idea to let our emotions out instead of keeping them locked-up tight, so what better place to let loose than a bookstore?Bookstore Therapy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of course, the problem then becomes that everyone and their middle-school kid want to know what's wrong so I simply suspected I'd have to find something to cry about before doing so, just so as not to make the already-a-scene too awkward for the average book-buyer. Could you just imagine? "Why are you crying, Ma'am?" "I don't know " Like, shoot me now.
However, then there is also the aftermath to consider, if you are any sort of decent person that is. How am I affecting these people's lives? What sort of story will they go home with after a trip to Barnes & Nobel, intending on just picking up their child's summer reading copy of Wuthering Heigh
From Bookstore to BeyondI was at the bookstore one dayFrom Bookstore to Beyond3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Looking up books for research
Research to attract the opposite sex
I must be doing something wrong
For hours I looked
Every section of the isle
So far they all say the same thing
It's not helping
I must be doing something wrong
What am I doing wrong?
Love must love to see me suffer
Time is making me feel older and more alone
I finally give up
I walk towards the graphic novel section
I find graphic novels on sale
I guess I'll buy some instead
As I wait in line for the checkout
I see a ginger in the graphic novel section
She was reading the same one I was about to buy
Is she into graphic novels too?
I step out of the check out line
I walk towards the graphic novel section
She's wearing thick black glasses but has green eyes
She even wore black t shirts and blue jeans like me
It was strange really
But I have to act calm
Women can smell fear too
That or that's just the burrito I had for lunch
I finally make a conversation
She's into Sin City as well
BrightheartBrightheart4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
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.
Broken Hearts and Bookstores [Jake x Reader] P1It was a chilly, January morning. Currently you were sitting across from your good friend Kanaya Maryam, enjoying a nice cup of hot chocolate to warm you on this cold day. This had become a regular part of your life since you had lost your previous job. Every morning you would meet up with Kanaya and get drinks together as you chatted the morning away. At some point she would inform you of places that were in need of help.Broken Hearts and Bookstores [Jake x Reader] P18 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You are very grateful for this. Not many people took time out of their day to help you, which is another reason you appreciated having Kanaya as your friend. She truly was the best you could ever have.
"So what have you got for me today?" you finally asked, sipping at your warm drink. For the majority of the morning the two of you talked about recent events taking place and other non important topics. Now it was time to get down to business.
She sighed, a guilty expression on her face. "I'm sorry [Name], but I wasn't able to find any places that would accept someone
No Bails TGNo BailsNo Bails TG3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ashley landed flat on his back with his Razor scooter tumbling away from him on the sidewalk. He muttered a quiet, "Shit " to himself and rested there a moment.
As he hopped up and picked up his scooter, Josh came out of the Carroll & Pearton Books coffee shop with a heavy bag poised at his slender elbow and a small cup of hot green tea in his hands. He gave a nod to Ashley and said, "They didn't have cinnamon-apple tea."
Arching a thin eyebrow, Ashley shrugged. "Sokay. Almost nailed that trick."
Josh pulled one of the metal outdoor chairs over and sat down. "Yeah I saw some of it. Toby back yet?" Ashley shook his head and turned to the eye the small wall he'd just leapt off with his scooter. It was about six feet, pale brown, and had a great, flat top to ride across. It sheltered the carts for the small specialty market next to the bookstore.
Ashley made a move towards the other end but turned around when the white-shirted manager of th
A Lesson in PSIA Lesson in PSI3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
A Lesson in PSI : PSI Basics and How it Relates to the Mother Fandom
Psychic power is a prevalent force in the Mother/Earthbound series. It is the main constituent in all three games, but it has come to my attention that not much is known about it among the fandom, other than how players can best use it to destroy swarms of crows, hippies, and other-worldly bosses. Psychic phenomenon, or Psi, is a very real concept, and has been used and studied for centuries-- increasingly so since the start of the 20th century. In this essay I will explain the very basics of what Psi is and how it works.
What is Psi?
Psi is a term used to describe and classify different areas of psychic ability. Technically speaking, Psi is the 23rd letter of the Greek alphabet and looks sort of like a three-pronged Y or a trident. The word literally means "breath" or "soul," which makes sense considering that our psychic ability
PoliceForcestuck: The Bookstore 3Officer Harley seats herself in a large, green armchair in the empty room. Only a few other similar armchairs fill the room along with dim lighting. Ms. Lalonde turns on a tall lamp and sits facing Jade.PoliceForcestuck: The Bookstore 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"My boss has a few of these rooms issued to provide stillness to read in," she explains
resting her hands on her crossed knees. "I imagined that this environment would suit you
best for our conversation."
Jade tries to sit comfortably in the chair but finds it a little too stiff, "It's an
interrogation," she corrects.
The woman across gives a snuffed laugh, "Indeed." Rose smiles and awaits the officer's
The brunette suddenly jumps in her seat, "Oh hold on for a second please." Officer Harley
reaches into her bag she had left on the floor. She mutters to herself as she pushes
through the camera and spare ammo. "Ah-ha!" Jade grabs a small recording device from her
bag. She presses a button at the top, and a light blinks on, "Would you mind if I record this?"
"Not at all."
Barnes and Noble.Barnes & NobleBarnes and Noble.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
BookstoreMy friend asked me the other day,Bookstore3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"What percentage of your books,
Have you actually read?"
I never noticed,
But, half (maybe ?)
Books no longer reside on shelves.
They line walls in stacks.
Scattered around the trash can.
I have so many books
That I wonder if there is an exit.
I constantly add books
Since you left. I guess,
I just want you to visit
The bookstore with no doors.
For the Love of Stella [Audio Edition]For the Love of Stella [Audio Edition]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
FOR THE LOVE OF STELLA: The Audio Edition
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~ 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
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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