Bang! And down the bookshelf went , one chrashing on two, on three, until the whole row collasped in a flying mad chase of literature.
Skippy
the bookshelf was dusty from neglect these last few years. Tom grudgingly reached up for a relatively new novel on the top shelf at Prudence’s insistence. Immediately, dust and cobwebs filled his line of sight and made him cough.
Elaine
On the bookshelf is where you can find everything you’re looking for except real life. It’s a great place, but it ain’t life.
bookshelves are to show off. oh i have to keep on writing. i didn’t get that sorry. i wish this was in my language.
Lini
Hold the thoughts we all use everyday. The ones we need to keep us sane. Wooden. Sturdy. Safe. Books are kept here. Wonderful books. I see mine and smile.
Kaitlin
In the corner of the room, stock full of things ranging from romance comedy to horror manga. You will forever be my comfort-zone. I love you, my bookshelf.
This will hold many things. Memories, Knowledge, stuff, life. It can be placed in anywhere and can come in very useful. My friends and family linger in my bookshelf. I keep them there so I will always be able to think of them.
Laci
As she stared at the remnants of the bookshelf, she couldn’t help but remember the lives that had started there. Each book held a story of someone she had once loved and was now gone. She couldn’t help but pick up the words off the floor and string them into sentences that didn’t make sense. She felt tired and unsure. Mainly, she felt illiterate. Something was not going right in her life.
jeannie
A bookshelf is a large, open, wooden storage device for books. There are multiple shelves for multiple books. Book enders are usual found in them.
George
I recently gave my bookshelf to Emily. It was pretty but it didn’t go well with the new decoration we’re trying to set up in the office room. I need a new one. A modern one for all of my books. I did study literature. I have lots of books!
My bookshelf is a mess. It’s bursting with torn notebook pages and breathing out old sketches. I never clean it because it holds so much for me, like strong shoulders. It keeps record of past, present and waits for my future.
Cameron
beautiful information to the top of the ceiling knowledge life musty smells, binds stories poetry candles tears and happiness memories, expanding of ones mind figuring out your path love, religion history biographies pictures
michelle
you can tell a lot about a person by what they have on their bookshelf say if it is some one who has a big book they are some one who has worked the AA program. If you find someone with a bible or another form of religious book they may have a spiritual preference.
I sighed looking at the piles of books that sat on my floor. My bookshelf was huge. There was even a smaller bookshelf beside it. Yet I had piles of books on my floor, that didn’t fit. Am I really that much of a book hoarder? I stood, running my fingers over the spines that lined the shelf. The sat part was I had just cleaned it all off a few years ago. Got rid of all the children’s books. It hurt, to think that I’ve lost my passion for this. Passion for reading. I used to be able to sit in this room for hours, just reading. When the 5th Harry Potter book came out, I devoured it. Now? Now I read textbook after textbook. Sociology, Psychology, Biology, English, Greek, History. Just looking at a fiction book makes me groan.
My eyes went back to the books on the shelf, and hesitantly a reached out a hand, and pulled a book off the shelf. Maybe, maybe it was time to try again. I sat down, and opened the book, a small smile on my face.
For a moment, I felt a spark. The fire slowly building again. Once a reader, always a reader, I suppose. Even when University tries to get in the way.
bookshelf
bookshelf
bookshelves in the dining room, lining the white washed walls. A flower sits lonely on the end-table beside it, like the woman on the dining chair. Just waiting for him to return, feeling sad and sorry for herself. Bookshelf. Have you ever wondered of what that meant? The little feeling within you, just wondering….
Stella
Layered with knowledge and voices now past
It waits for you
To reach in, and grasp for its words
Imprinted for ages
To read.
My bookshelf shows my love for all things paper and pulp. I love seeing the beauty of written word every time I step into my room,
A S
Bookshelves are amazing, full of wonder. I love dusty books, and old books. Especially the smell of an old book, yellow pages curling around themselves. I love new books too, fresh, crisp pages but sometimes I find the white glare against black words daunting.
Rose Henderson
A long line of story’s and tails,legends and misteryes.u don’t know what book u will get.
There’s a bookshelf in my bedroom, and it’s filled with all of my favourite works, all of the books and writings and poems that inspire me. I only want to read what will make my heart pound harder, my blood pump faster and my mind think deeper. I am those writings, I am that author, I am that mesmerising text.
aurora johnson
I dont own one – well I guess I do – I own 3 –
I dont; use them for books
I have a hard time shelving books –
I love them so –
I keep my favoirtes out – like favorite stuffed animals when I was young
I like to look at the covers –
finger through to my favorite foxed pages
read the notes I made
which remind me of how smart I was at the time
or how very very stupid.
I love books
I can love them, read them – re-read, they never leave me alone
they are always there when I want them
they make me laugh,
they make me cry –
I have started taking them to dinner with me – they are a great friend
I get lost in them
I write back to them –
I can even hold them in bed with me all night –
and they will be there in the morning –
I have a hard time sharing them
or lending them out
beacuse I dont’ know if I will ever see them again
but if it is important
I will let them go
to bring joy to someone else
then that book is no longer for me…..
Amelie’s fingers ran absently over the numerous books that lined the walls. The titles slid through her mind effortlessly, none of them really taking hold in the crevices of a normally overactive imagination. No, she was more interested in the worn wood that held those stories and nonfictions away from the ground. So many stories lay hidden in the wood itself. Memories, from a distant past Amelie could hardly even remember. Designs, now faded by time, were etched into the shelves and walls of the bookshelf. Intricate, the sight of them made a tear slide down the old womans face. How many hours had her husband spent, lining those four walls with these large bookcases that touched the ceiling? What pain had his body endured, carving those elaborate pictures into the rough wood? A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips as she sunk into a cushioned chair centered in the room. Closing her eyes, she allowed her imagination to carry her away into a world were her husband was still alive, and happiness still existed.
Tazira Cianarta
you run your finger over the bumpy spines of the books that line the shelves. this place was beautiful. you had never bothered to learn anything about your grandfather until now. until after his death. you stop at a particularly worn book and pull it out to see his name engraved across the red cover.
Neefa
Bookshelves hold books. Books should be the most treasured thing in this world, in my opinion. Books take me to a place that is outside my own life. They are places I can imagine on my own. Bookshelves are good and helpful.
Brittany
I don’t have one. I wish I did. My dad’s gonna make me one–said it’ll be his summer project. I have so many books; over 500. I can’t wait to see how it’ll end up. It’s gonna be really pretty, I know.
Andy
book wood perfume pages white room red
marta cirinna
Unlock the knowledge from the bookshelf
blow the cobwebs out
you might just find a new page
You don’t even know who I am. I am a book you haven’t read in years. But I am your story. Read me. Learn about me. I’m a different world. Open me. Love me. Sleep with me under your pillow. Help me. I’m am gathering dust. I cry and cry. Help me. Please. You can be my knight in shining armour, help me.
sophsophsoph
Leg. Army. Eat calf end never life true love genes family cooperate huge tower mile village friends blood death dying sore pain hurt blood blood blood helo cry tears eyes nose leg
sophsophsoph
Bookshelves are like photo albums. They hold memories. Photo albums hold sentimental memories, but bookshelves can too. Full of times gone by, times yet to come, times that’ll never happen in a million years but could yet be fun to think about. I like them better, I think.
Sean
Es war Nacht und sie lag im Bett. Allein. Die Augen geschlossen und den kleinen Stoffteddy an die Brust gedrückt. Es raschelte…
Leise. Dann etwas lauter. Deutlich dröhnte ihr das Geräusch in den Ohren.
Kichern.
Es kam von rechts. Aus dem Bücherregal.
Kleine Kobolde hatten sich zwischen die Seiten geschlichen und begannen gerade die Buchstaben zu fressen.
Dunkel. Dunkel.
Es war laut.
Sie schrie.
Das Licht an.
Das Regal war leer.
Ein kleiner Kobold war zurück geblieben, rieb sich den Bauch und lachte sie frech an.
Pim
tall – most knowledgeable of inanimate objects. Holds volumes of history, drama, love, war. More information than any one man could ever physically know. Simply held in formation- unassuming and simple. It asks nothing of you but could give you everything. coveted by some, forgotten by most
tri chi
Jack’s room has a ton of bookshelves. His favorite bookshelf is a dark, walnut piece of craftsmanship that has engraved pirate boats along the edge. His books he sits there are full of blood-thirsty pirates, large treasures and ravenous sea monsters. No ordinary book may sit here — only those books that scream of adventure.
i really hate books. they kind of bother me. a lot. it’s like, it’d be so much easi to just chill online and read a book, or buy it online frm the kindle store, which is what everyone’s gonna end up doing in the future anyways. bookshelves are cool for storing other things, but books? uhh, no. thanks. i’ll pass.
Emma
My bookshelf is empty. It is left alone. There is nothing left for me. Though it may be stuffed with millions of books. Many go unread. I am left wondering.
Brittnie
I thought about the book, the smooth book. It was a perfect rectangle, and I had received it on my birthday, with a piece of twine tied around it. And there it sat, years later, on my bookshelf, wrapped in twine, unread.
Willoughby
my bookshelf is a river
of many fish
of roth, of mitchell, of camus
they float away
then swim back again
right now i feel marquez
jiggling between my toes
I love to read. Books can open up millions of different worlds and perspectives. Every single person could find a book they love, and there’s more every day. What better to hold books with than a bookshelf?
Heather
I have lots of book that I would like to read, however I never seem to make the time to get to them. Some of the books are there just to look cool but many I would like to read. Magazines seem to take up most of my time and space, as there too are hundreds of magazines I want to get to, but havent’ yet. Hopefully one day!
Bang! And down the bookshelf went , one chrashing on two, on three, until the whole row collasped in a flying mad chase of literature.
the bookshelf was dusty from neglect these last few years. Tom grudgingly reached up for a relatively new novel on the top shelf at Prudence’s insistence. Immediately, dust and cobwebs filled his line of sight and made him cough.
On the bookshelf is where you can find everything you’re looking for except real life. It’s a great place, but it ain’t life.
bookshelves are to show off. oh i have to keep on writing. i didn’t get that sorry. i wish this was in my language.
Hold the thoughts we all use everyday. The ones we need to keep us sane. Wooden. Sturdy. Safe. Books are kept here. Wonderful books. I see mine and smile.
In the corner of the room, stock full of things ranging from romance comedy to horror manga. You will forever be my comfort-zone. I love you, my bookshelf.
This will hold many things. Memories, Knowledge, stuff, life. It can be placed in anywhere and can come in very useful. My friends and family linger in my bookshelf. I keep them there so I will always be able to think of them.
As she stared at the remnants of the bookshelf, she couldn’t help but remember the lives that had started there. Each book held a story of someone she had once loved and was now gone. She couldn’t help but pick up the words off the floor and string them into sentences that didn’t make sense. She felt tired and unsure. Mainly, she felt illiterate. Something was not going right in her life.
A bookshelf is a large, open, wooden storage device for books. There are multiple shelves for multiple books. Book enders are usual found in them.
I recently gave my bookshelf to Emily. It was pretty but it didn’t go well with the new decoration we’re trying to set up in the office room. I need a new one. A modern one for all of my books. I did study literature. I have lots of books!
upon my bookshelf lie entire lives waiting to be explored. new lands bide their time and all the pretty horses stamp their feet in anticipation.
My bookshelf is a mess. It’s bursting with torn notebook pages and breathing out old sketches. I never clean it because it holds so much for me, like strong shoulders. It keeps record of past, present and waits for my future.
beautiful information to the top of the ceiling knowledge life musty smells, binds stories poetry candles tears and happiness memories, expanding of ones mind figuring out your path love, religion history biographies pictures
you can tell a lot about a person by what they have on their bookshelf say if it is some one who has a big book they are some one who has worked the AA program. If you find someone with a bible or another form of religious book they may have a spiritual preference.
I sighed looking at the piles of books that sat on my floor. My bookshelf was huge. There was even a smaller bookshelf beside it. Yet I had piles of books on my floor, that didn’t fit. Am I really that much of a book hoarder? I stood, running my fingers over the spines that lined the shelf. The sat part was I had just cleaned it all off a few years ago. Got rid of all the children’s books. It hurt, to think that I’ve lost my passion for this. Passion for reading. I used to be able to sit in this room for hours, just reading. When the 5th Harry Potter book came out, I devoured it. Now? Now I read textbook after textbook. Sociology, Psychology, Biology, English, Greek, History. Just looking at a fiction book makes me groan.
My eyes went back to the books on the shelf, and hesitantly a reached out a hand, and pulled a book off the shelf. Maybe, maybe it was time to try again. I sat down, and opened the book, a small smile on my face.
For a moment, I felt a spark. The fire slowly building again. Once a reader, always a reader, I suppose. Even when University tries to get in the way.
bookshelf
bookshelf
bookshelves in the dining room, lining the white washed walls. A flower sits lonely on the end-table beside it, like the woman on the dining chair. Just waiting for him to return, feeling sad and sorry for herself. Bookshelf. Have you ever wondered of what that meant? The little feeling within you, just wondering….
Layered with knowledge and voices now past
It waits for you
To reach in, and grasp for its words
Imprinted for ages
To read.
My bookshelf shows my love for all things paper and pulp. I love seeing the beauty of written word every time I step into my room,
Bookshelves are amazing, full of wonder. I love dusty books, and old books. Especially the smell of an old book, yellow pages curling around themselves. I love new books too, fresh, crisp pages but sometimes I find the white glare against black words daunting.
A long line of story’s and tails,legends and misteryes.u don’t know what book u will get.
There’s a bookshelf in my bedroom, and it’s filled with all of my favourite works, all of the books and writings and poems that inspire me. I only want to read what will make my heart pound harder, my blood pump faster and my mind think deeper. I am those writings, I am that author, I am that mesmerising text.
I dont own one – well I guess I do – I own 3 –
I dont; use them for books
I have a hard time shelving books –
I love them so –
I keep my favoirtes out – like favorite stuffed animals when I was young
I like to look at the covers –
finger through to my favorite foxed pages
read the notes I made
which remind me of how smart I was at the time
or how very very stupid.
I love books
I can love them, read them – re-read, they never leave me alone
they are always there when I want them
they make me laugh,
they make me cry –
I have started taking them to dinner with me – they are a great friend
I get lost in them
I write back to them –
I can even hold them in bed with me all night –
and they will be there in the morning –
I have a hard time sharing them
or lending them out
beacuse I dont’ know if I will ever see them again
but if it is important
I will let them go
to bring joy to someone else
then that book is no longer for me…..
Amelie’s fingers ran absently over the numerous books that lined the walls. The titles slid through her mind effortlessly, none of them really taking hold in the crevices of a normally overactive imagination. No, she was more interested in the worn wood that held those stories and nonfictions away from the ground. So many stories lay hidden in the wood itself. Memories, from a distant past Amelie could hardly even remember. Designs, now faded by time, were etched into the shelves and walls of the bookshelf. Intricate, the sight of them made a tear slide down the old womans face. How many hours had her husband spent, lining those four walls with these large bookcases that touched the ceiling? What pain had his body endured, carving those elaborate pictures into the rough wood? A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips as she sunk into a cushioned chair centered in the room. Closing her eyes, she allowed her imagination to carry her away into a world were her husband was still alive, and happiness still existed.
you run your finger over the bumpy spines of the books that line the shelves. this place was beautiful. you had never bothered to learn anything about your grandfather until now. until after his death. you stop at a particularly worn book and pull it out to see his name engraved across the red cover.
Bookshelves hold books. Books should be the most treasured thing in this world, in my opinion. Books take me to a place that is outside my own life. They are places I can imagine on my own. Bookshelves are good and helpful.
I don’t have one. I wish I did. My dad’s gonna make me one–said it’ll be his summer project. I have so many books; over 500. I can’t wait to see how it’ll end up. It’s gonna be really pretty, I know.
book wood perfume pages white room red
Unlock the knowledge from the bookshelf
blow the cobwebs out
you might just find a new page
You don’t even know who I am. I am a book you haven’t read in years. But I am your story. Read me. Learn about me. I’m a different world. Open me. Love me. Sleep with me under your pillow. Help me. I’m am gathering dust. I cry and cry. Help me. Please. You can be my knight in shining armour, help me.
Leg. Army. Eat calf end never life true love genes family cooperate huge tower mile village friends blood death dying sore pain hurt blood blood blood helo cry tears eyes nose leg
Bookshelves are like photo albums. They hold memories. Photo albums hold sentimental memories, but bookshelves can too. Full of times gone by, times yet to come, times that’ll never happen in a million years but could yet be fun to think about. I like them better, I think.
Es war Nacht und sie lag im Bett. Allein. Die Augen geschlossen und den kleinen Stoffteddy an die Brust gedrückt. Es raschelte…
Leise. Dann etwas lauter. Deutlich dröhnte ihr das Geräusch in den Ohren.
Kichern.
Es kam von rechts. Aus dem Bücherregal.
Kleine Kobolde hatten sich zwischen die Seiten geschlichen und begannen gerade die Buchstaben zu fressen.
Dunkel. Dunkel.
Es war laut.
Sie schrie.
Das Licht an.
Das Regal war leer.
Ein kleiner Kobold war zurück geblieben, rieb sich den Bauch und lachte sie frech an.
tall – most knowledgeable of inanimate objects. Holds volumes of history, drama, love, war. More information than any one man could ever physically know. Simply held in formation- unassuming and simple. It asks nothing of you but could give you everything. coveted by some, forgotten by most
Jack’s room has a ton of bookshelves. His favorite bookshelf is a dark, walnut piece of craftsmanship that has engraved pirate boats along the edge. His books he sits there are full of blood-thirsty pirates, large treasures and ravenous sea monsters. No ordinary book may sit here — only those books that scream of adventure.
i really hate books. they kind of bother me. a lot. it’s like, it’d be so much easi to just chill online and read a book, or buy it online frm the kindle store, which is what everyone’s gonna end up doing in the future anyways. bookshelves are cool for storing other things, but books? uhh, no. thanks. i’ll pass.
My bookshelf is empty. It is left alone. There is nothing left for me. Though it may be stuffed with millions of books. Many go unread. I am left wondering.
I thought about the book, the smooth book. It was a perfect rectangle, and I had received it on my birthday, with a piece of twine tied around it. And there it sat, years later, on my bookshelf, wrapped in twine, unread.
my bookshelf is a river
of many fish
of roth, of mitchell, of camus
they float away
then swim back again
right now i feel marquez
jiggling between my toes
I love to read. Books can open up millions of different worlds and perspectives. Every single person could find a book they love, and there’s more every day. What better to hold books with than a bookshelf?
I have lots of book that I would like to read, however I never seem to make the time to get to them. Some of the books are there just to look cool but many I would like to read. Magazines seem to take up most of my time and space, as there too are hundreds of magazines I want to get to, but havent’ yet. Hopefully one day!