It was heavy, full of books..and other unessentials in my bedroom. I walk past it every day, and don’t even realise the treasures resting underneath that thin layer of dust. His photo was still there. I wonder what he’s doing now.
i want a bookshelf. bookshelves are beautiful when they’re made of rosewood. i would love to have a floor to ceiling bookshelf with a matching stool to climb up. if i could, i’d have a library full of bookshelves. i’d read all the books and i’d love it. i love to read. it’s like stacking up my emotions on a shelf
a bookshelf holds books. sometimes other things. a bookshelf is very necessary to life. if we didn’t have a bookshelf, where would we store our books? in piles on the floor? no. i like my bookshelf.
I have three bookshelves back at home and only one shelf here at Elon. I love having all my books and dvd there on my shelf, because it holds endless options that I can choose from. the on I have at college is small and doesn’t provide much to look at/choices to read. I miss my bookshelf at home.
When I was six, I lived in a double-wide trailor in Harlan. We had this huge bookshelf that was connected to a corner next to our bathroom. I was feeling jumpy and decided to climb up it. When I reached the top, I fell completely backwards and did a belly buster on my back. That’s when I had my first concussion.
I remember climbing to the top of my bookshelf as a child. As I climbed books tumbled to the ground as if the bookshelf were the mountain and the books the rocks and I the cliffhanger.
Today I looked down at the books crossing my floor. Ozzy Osborne came ringing through my mind as I realized that a bookshelf would be so nice for the clutter received on my crazy train of knowledge.
a really cool place that houses your most important adventures… aplcat to find yourself or lose yourself fill it with only the best ones youve read and enjoy browsing what your experienced!! share it with wth people in your life that you love and those that love you!
There was a dead fly on the bookshelf; passively existing as life moved around it. Passers by barely even noticed it, acknowledged it or cared that it was there.But it existed and continued to exist; a testament to a life, small and fleeting, but a life all the same.
Bookshelves see the eternal. The pages unraveling and twisting. Yellowing pages with age, but never losing life. They are eternal too. They see the lies, the songs the butterflies. They are a servant to the eternal, a child of the eternal. Bookshelves are alive.
Where I used to put books. Takes up too much room in den; therefore, got rid of it and put most of my books in laptop electronically. Not a fashion statement anymore, just practicality. I do miss my bookshelf though, it is now in my pantry holding my baking and dry goods…oh well, poor bookshelf.
I clicked this link on twitter because I saw it on my home-page because I follow Brian Purcell. It took me about 5 seconds to realize the purpose of this but I think now I have the hang of it. Kind of cool. Hopefully not arbitrary, but nonetheless I am enjoying it thoroughly. It’s scary to know that if this was a life or death situation right now I would probably fail on account of the fact that I don’t really know what I’m supposed to say. Well I only have about 6 or 7 seconds left so I guess it’s time to say goodbye. Thanks for listening, and as always, have nice day.
the bookshelf was filled with his various works. he devoted his life to writing about the things that interested him: sheep, porn, gambling, goats, candy. There wasn’t really one topic that he focused on. When his
this vessel holds vactaions to exotic destinations, to times && places otherwise unseen. yellowing pages stricken with black marks, allows people to escape from the everyday.
big books, so many to choose from, many colored spines, stacks and stacks, good reading, bad reading, love the libraryy, awesome, heavy, swaybacked, don’t break, funny, sad, sports, truth, lies, too many to read in one life, can’t take them along, got to read them now
A bookshelf lay in the middle of the garage sell pile. Its paint was chipped in one place, and it was slightly splintered at the bottom. Dust was thinly veiled over the entire self.
In the back room of my study sits a bookshelf. It contains many diverse works. My favorite are the classics Little Women, Christy, and many more. My bookshelf is a cherished place in my house an altar if you will. It is an adventure onto itself, by cracking open a book you can explore many wondrous places without even leaving the comfort of your own home.
i’m completely unable to live anywhere without my books. I do not have any comfort level without books. bookshelves are the cornerstone of every home. I moved into an apartment once, without bookshelves. I left that city three months later after total abandonment. It was because I didn’t give my books a home, so they cursed me until once again i found them shelves.
Bookshelves are used to hold books that people are not reading. However bookshelves serve several other functions as well, including a place to put pictures, vases of flowers, or maybe even a candle.
On the top of the book shelf in the very back where the wall meets the wood lay a dusty, dark and very old thing which no one has seen or thought of years. How did it get there? How long has it been there? What is it? And Is it even there at all?
My bookshelf is filled with old books from when I was a little girl who conformed to everything. I hate that old self. But it wasn’t me. My little girl self was my parents, other girls in my class, and other people crammed into one person. Now I know who I am and I’m proud.
A place where you can keep all your books and treasures, including photos of amazing memories in the past and classical novels by Hemingway, Shakespeare and others. My bookshelf at home is in the shape of a canoe and my dad built it for me, which makes it even more of an amazing piece in my house.
dust motes floated in the sun filtering through the smudged window as she ran her hands along the frayed bindings on the ancient bookshelf. the smell of must and mold enveloped her.
Behind the thousands of books in the library is another world. The normal people don’t notice. But, I pulled out one book one day and i could see something strange behind it. I took out more books and I could see a door. Ever since I’ve gone in that door, nothing has ever been the same.
Once, when I was young, I was at the foot of my antiquated bookshelf. It smelled a pungent smell, one of yellow pages and dying literature. Its twisting, knotted wood curled and shaped into increasingly bizarre forms.
The day I got lost in the library, it was Aunt Madge’s birthday and we all had to get her a book about poison because she demanded that she would get some poems about poison because she wanted to learn how to take over her enemies. Not like she had any. Well, there I was, in the library, and suddenly I couldn’t find the way out.
Again? I just had this word. Honestly. Is it a word a day? I suspect it might be. Well, it’s too late to write about bookshelves now, isn’t it? So, how’s the weather?…yep…Goodbye, then, I guess.
IT HOLDS LOTS OF BOOKS AND THEY ARE REALLY USEFUL BECAUSE I HAVE A LOT OF BOOKS. BUT NOT AS NAMY AS MY FRIEND ZOE. SHE HAS HUNDREDS OF BOOKS. THEY ARE IN HER TIOLET, HER DINING ROOM, HER BEDROOM AND EVERY AVAILABLE SHELF. SHE COULD REALLY DO WITH HAVING A BOOK SHELF! I GUESS I DONT NEED ONE THAT MUCH.
My son has a very crowded bookshelf full of a wide variety of children’s books. He has everything from fairy tales to tractors. He loves his books and spends a lot of time looking at them, reading them and talking about them.
It was in the bookshelf. The book, his diary with all the secrets in it. All his confessions and hidden desires. It was all in there. Everything, captivated into that small black book, marked in with mystic little letters and sly symbols.
I have a bookshelf in my room. A bookshelf is supposed to hold this much. So strong is my bookshelf. I am so amazed. I wish I could speak to my bookshelf. Reward it for it’s silent revelry. I have a bookshelf in my room. What a bookshelf it is. Fill it up, stuffing its gaping arms with a never ending to do list of ideas. What a bookshelf. I am this bookshelf.
It was heavy, full of books..and other unessentials in my bedroom. I walk past it every day, and don’t even realise the treasures resting underneath that thin layer of dust. His photo was still there. I wonder what he’s doing now.
By Mami Yoshino on 04.12.2011
books, novel, authors, romantic, drama, thriller, mystery, crime, marya hornbacher, guillaume musso, stephen king, horror, fantasy, wood, brown, bright, large,
By fabienne on 04.12.2011
i want a bookshelf. bookshelves are beautiful when they’re made of rosewood. i would love to have a floor to ceiling bookshelf with a matching stool to climb up. if i could, i’d have a library full of bookshelves. i’d read all the books and i’d love it. i love to read. it’s like stacking up my emotions on a shelf
By Tripti on 04.12.2011
a bookshelf holds books. sometimes other things. a bookshelf is very necessary to life. if we didn’t have a bookshelf, where would we store our books? in piles on the floor? no. i like my bookshelf.
By Emer Finn on 04.12.2011
I have three bookshelves back at home and only one shelf here at Elon. I love having all my books and dvd there on my shelf, because it holds endless options that I can choose from. the on I have at college is small and doesn’t provide much to look at/choices to read. I miss my bookshelf at home.
By Chelsea on 04.12.2011
When I was six, I lived in a double-wide trailor in Harlan. We had this huge bookshelf that was connected to a corner next to our bathroom. I was feeling jumpy and decided to climb up it. When I reached the top, I fell completely backwards and did a belly buster on my back. That’s when I had my first concussion.
By Brooklyn URL on 04.12.2011
I remember climbing to the top of my bookshelf as a child. As I climbed books tumbled to the ground as if the bookshelf were the mountain and the books the rocks and I the cliffhanger.
By Micah URL on 04.12.2011
Bookshelf: “I’m hungry and lonely!”
Kindle: “I’m happy and full.”
Bookshelf: “How do you like my candles and pictures?”
Kindle: “Nice.”
Bookshelf: “Don’t you know there’re using you?”
Kindle: “Feels so good.”
Bookshelf: “Hey, I didn’t know I could talk.”
Kindle: “We were meant for each other.”
Bookshelf: “Will you rest yourself on me and do as I say?”
Kindle: “Yes my love.”
By vanhaydu URL on 04.12.2011
Today I looked down at the books crossing my floor. Ozzy Osborne came ringing through my mind as I realized that a bookshelf would be so nice for the clutter received on my crazy train of knowledge.
By Melanie Spencer URL on 04.12.2011
a really cool place that houses your most important adventures… aplcat to find yourself or lose yourself fill it with only the best ones youve read and enjoy browsing what your experienced!! share it with wth people in your life that you love and those that love you!
By maria on 04.12.2011
There was a dead fly on the bookshelf; passively existing as life moved around it. Passers by barely even noticed it, acknowledged it or cared that it was there.But it existed and continued to exist; a testament to a life, small and fleeting, but a life all the same.
By Syvyan on 04.12.2011
Bookshelves see the eternal. The pages unraveling and twisting. Yellowing pages with age, but never losing life. They are eternal too. They see the lies, the songs the butterflies. They are a servant to the eternal, a child of the eternal. Bookshelves are alive.
By Sophia Scarano on 04.12.2011
tiptoes
i stand
reaching for the
topmost books
on
the
bookshelf
huff
puff
layers of dust
dissolve in the mid morning sun
By Ashley on 04.12.2011
…a jar of sea beans..Tolkein.. Lee..Tagore.. Adams..1001 nights.. Rushdie.. paper cranes… Kerouac.. photographs.. Rolling Stones ticket stubs.. Balzac.. Zola.. coloured pencils…
By sweettea URL on 04.12.2011
Where I used to put books. Takes up too much room in den; therefore, got rid of it and put most of my books in laptop electronically. Not a fashion statement anymore, just practicality. I do miss my bookshelf though, it is now in my pantry holding my baking and dry goods…oh well, poor bookshelf.
By Bob Santarossa on 04.12.2011
I clicked this link on twitter because I saw it on my home-page because I follow Brian Purcell. It took me about 5 seconds to realize the purpose of this but I think now I have the hang of it. Kind of cool. Hopefully not arbitrary, but nonetheless I am enjoying it thoroughly. It’s scary to know that if this was a life or death situation right now I would probably fail on account of the fact that I don’t really know what I’m supposed to say. Well I only have about 6 or 7 seconds left so I guess it’s time to say goodbye. Thanks for listening, and as always, have nice day.
By David Grillo on 04.12.2011
the bookshelf was filled with his various works. he devoted his life to writing about the things that interested him: sheep, porn, gambling, goats, candy. There wasn’t really one topic that he focused on. When his
By Ben on 04.12.2011
this vessel holds vactaions to exotic destinations, to times && places otherwise unseen. yellowing pages stricken with black marks, allows people to escape from the everyday.
By emily URL on 04.12.2011
big books, so many to choose from, many colored spines, stacks and stacks, good reading, bad reading, love the libraryy, awesome, heavy, swaybacked, don’t break, funny, sad, sports, truth, lies, too many to read in one life, can’t take them along, got to read them now
By yoethan on 04.12.2011
A bookshelf lay in the middle of the garage sell pile. Its paint was chipped in one place, and it was slightly splintered at the bottom. Dust was thinly veiled over the entire self.
By Jacqueline on 04.12.2011
And then…it began.
By Esme on 04.12.2011
In the back room of my study sits a bookshelf. It contains many diverse works. My favorite are the classics Little Women, Christy, and many more. My bookshelf is a cherished place in my house an altar if you will. It is an adventure onto itself, by cracking open a book you can explore many wondrous places without even leaving the comfort of your own home.
By Jess on 04.12.2011
i’m completely unable to live anywhere without my books. I do not have any comfort level without books. bookshelves are the cornerstone of every home. I moved into an apartment once, without bookshelves. I left that city three months later after total abandonment. It was because I didn’t give my books a home, so they cursed me until once again i found them shelves.
By corey URL on 04.12.2011
Bookshelves are used to hold books that people are not reading. However bookshelves serve several other functions as well, including a place to put pictures, vases of flowers, or maybe even a candle.
By Quinito on 04.12.2011
On the top of the book shelf in the very back where the wall meets the wood lay a dusty, dark and very old thing which no one has seen or thought of years. How did it get there? How long has it been there? What is it? And Is it even there at all?
By vic on 04.12.2011
My bookshelf is filled with old books from when I was a little girl who conformed to everything. I hate that old self. But it wasn’t me. My little girl self was my parents, other girls in my class, and other people crammed into one person. Now I know who I am and I’m proud.
By Isis on 04.12.2011
A place where you can keep all your books and treasures, including photos of amazing memories in the past and classical novels by Hemingway, Shakespeare and others. My bookshelf at home is in the shape of a canoe and my dad built it for me, which makes it even more of an amazing piece in my house.
By Nicole St.Onge on 04.12.2011
dust motes floated in the sun filtering through the smudged window as she ran her hands along the frayed bindings on the ancient bookshelf. the smell of must and mold enveloped her.
By jojochi URL on 04.12.2011
Behind the thousands of books in the library is another world. The normal people don’t notice. But, I pulled out one book one day and i could see something strange behind it. I took out more books and I could see a door. Ever since I’ve gone in that door, nothing has ever been the same.
By Isis on 04.12.2011
Once, when I was young, I was at the foot of my antiquated bookshelf. It smelled a pungent smell, one of yellow pages and dying literature. Its twisting, knotted wood curled and shaped into increasingly bizarre forms.
By Daniel on 04.12.2011
The day I got lost in the library, it was Aunt Madge’s birthday and we all had to get her a book about poison because she demanded that she would get some poems about poison because she wanted to learn how to take over her enemies. Not like she had any. Well, there I was, in the library, and suddenly I couldn’t find the way out.
By Isis on 04.12.2011
a place where my life stays, there is nothing that can’t fit on it. No ideas are too big or small.
By DMcPhed URL on 04.12.2011
Again? I just had this word. Honestly. Is it a word a day? I suspect it might be. Well, it’s too late to write about bookshelves now, isn’t it? So, how’s the weather?…yep…Goodbye, then, I guess.
By Daniel on 04.12.2011
I need a bookshelf in my room, but I don’t want to buy one. My floor is my bookshelf.
By Quinito URL on 04.12.2011
IT HOLDS LOTS OF BOOKS AND THEY ARE REALLY USEFUL BECAUSE I HAVE A LOT OF BOOKS. BUT NOT AS NAMY AS MY FRIEND ZOE. SHE HAS HUNDREDS OF BOOKS. THEY ARE IN HER TIOLET, HER DINING ROOM, HER BEDROOM AND EVERY AVAILABLE SHELF. SHE COULD REALLY DO WITH HAVING A BOOK SHELF! I GUESS I DONT NEED ONE THAT MUCH.
By lexie on 04.12.2011
the books lean and tilt against each other
some caked in dust, others half bent out of shape
a candle jammed into a corner
a picture frame
By Leslieann Hobayan on 04.12.2011
My son has a very crowded bookshelf full of a wide variety of children’s books. He has everything from fairy tales to tractors. He loves his books and spends a lot of time looking at them, reading them and talking about them.
By RR on 04.12.2011
It was in the bookshelf. The book, his diary with all the secrets in it. All his confessions and hidden desires. It was all in there. Everything, captivated into that small black book, marked in with mystic little letters and sly symbols.
By piitou URL on 04.12.2011
when I think of bookshelves I think of my house because I have a lot of them.yay
By shmncky1 URL on 04.12.2011
I have a bookshelf in my room. A bookshelf is supposed to hold this much. So strong is my bookshelf. I am so amazed. I wish I could speak to my bookshelf. Reward it for it’s silent revelry. I have a bookshelf in my room. What a bookshelf it is. Fill it up, stuffing its gaping arms with a never ending to do list of ideas. What a bookshelf. I am this bookshelf.
By Laney URL on 04.12.2011