Of a library.
lining the old building are shelves upon shelves of literature. Knowledge ranging down from the most complicated workings of the brain and how amnesia affects it, down to learning how make a simple and delicious pot-roast.
Everyday the building is decorated with different people of all sorts and of all walks of life. Like the butcher's son who would come in every morning to read books on various topics outside of butchery. He wanted and needed to be something more than just a butcher; unwilling to submit to the wishes of his father.
Perhaps his will was a sign that he deserved to to come out of this shell.
On the other hand there are also children, like the pair of identical twins both of them beginning to find their love of reading through the many well loved, worn, and read books.
Some even looking like they had gone through some sort of abuse, but it was only well worn and used love. In the life of a library where knowledge and everyday people meet, the smell of old books and new people meet.
The honor of watching the patrons grow.
The library holds a sensation of pride watching them grow.
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Why, hello, hello! I'm glad that you were able to join me for another chapter of this short story journey! Anyways this is one out of two updates for this story, so I'll see you in the next one don't forget to vote, comment, share, I appreciate it! Until the next time! ^_^/
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The Raw Edits
NezařaditelnéJust a book full of really short stories using the prompts from the Write The Story book by piccadilly inc. This is just something fun for me to do in between postings of my major stories. And as the the title suggests the writing is going to be raw...
