its sorta hard to just come up with an idea for a book in only sixty seconds. how can someone expect me to do such a thing. life shouldn’t consist of a time limit. i need all the time in the world. other wise my head will start to hurt. maybe because i’m just lonely.
Julia
Sometimes when i want to think about something thats on my mind, i read. I read fiction and non, and my mind restlessly becomes awakened with an intense sensation of life, and thought. My mind runs wild, it runs free to think what i want.
The bookshelf behind me could probably use a good cleaning. The dust is as thick as the stacks of books. That’s right, stacks, not lined up books. I think they look neater in piles. Piles and piles of books on the bookshelf. It’s simple, it’s sweet, it’s satisfying. Except for the dust.
kkb
Each volume, a landmark marker for the places she’s gone. Her astral space travels are all here. Experiences lived and lessons learned can be revisited within her arm’s reach. Every book on her bookshelf is a portal to a place anywhere but here.
Books. Books are limitless knowledge. If I was offered a chance to read infinitely and acquire vast wisdom, I would take it in a synapse spark. Yet, that mindedness comes at a large ransom. After having scanned all there is to scan, life would become, more rather than less, expendable or useless.
I take my books off the bookshelf because now there is no need for them being that I have my e reader. My bookshelf is now just an empty case that is used to hold my dust. I no longer open and feel the thickness of a good book, but the warm of this thin electronic in my hands. My lonely bookshelf.
I glanced over at the bookshelf holding all of my secret hiding places. I wanted to escape this place and delve into what I believed to be the real world. I couldn’t stand this place any longer.
Jessica Moll
old, crispy papers. colourful bindings. cracked bindings. My childhood adventures neatly lined up, stacked and on display, for my (or anyone’s) perusal.
Fiona
The dusty bookshelf in my room. It’s been untouched for a while. It used to a hold a world of imagination and beauty and escape for the tortured little girl. Now, she doesn’t even have time to lift her hand and brush the dust off the mahogany wood.
there are millions of books lining the walls of the abandoned castle. she opens her eyes and tires to imagine any vastness greater than that which stood before her. the adventures were sure to never end; and as she realized this she started to believe that her new life with her mysterious aunts was not going to be that bad.
“Shannon?” whispered someone from behind the shelf.
sarah
I do not own a bookshelf. I have almost 200 books. I am an English major, in fact. I’ve been thinking about the fact that I really need bookshelves, but I’m having a crisis trying to decide which kind to get. Should I go random antique ones, or should I get uniform IKEA ones? I know it makes me a little annoying, but Ive been favouring the latter. Hmm. We’ll see.
Madeline
I love to think about my full bookshelf. Dusty books, old books favourite books. I am a reader and I always want my bookshelf to be full. Stories. Fantasies, histories, inspiration. Poetry, novels, short stories, Looking at someone else’s bookshelf tells you a lot about that person. Where they go in their off time, where they escape too.
Fiona
bookshelf hides my wealth
of knowledge and i contain that in the pocket
of my brain which stays sane all day
with only easy ways to live happy
and wise
in my bookshelf lies my wise
i love bookshelves. and books. and the smell of old books that have been sitting. and they are full of dust when you flip through the pages. you just smell all that the book is and what its :been through” and it just smells old. and wise. and smart. books.
hannah
i wrote a world that doesnt last, ive left it on the bookshelf till it gets famous again. dusty and underrated. god, its happens to the best doesnt it?
there is a bookshelf in this room. it looks a little like a door. a door that you would find in an old house, save the glass. A bookshelf with glass would be quite dangerous, at least in my house. I am pretty clumsy, but like to read a lot. So there’s the dilemma.
Johnny Floyd
I set that notebook on my bookshelf. i couldn’t bear to throw it away even though we had broken up over a year ago. Everyday when I passed that book I noticed the collecting dust, and thought of our story inside the closed covers.
Bookshelves are so incredible. When you think about it all the books are like little worlds, and this one bookshelf holds so many different worlds. It’s easy to get away from life when you have a full bookshelf, because you can go anywhere and experience anything. If you ever need to get away, your bookshelf is right around the corner. :D
a book shelf is one of the most amazing places in the world. it holds an unimaginable amount of knowledge, and creativity. it holds the freedom to a kid living in the ghetto, and the stress relief of a kid living in the upper east side constantly barraged by their parents for success.
sara
Strewn between the ancient texts bound by carefully folded forests, He spots the items created specifically for us. Picking up the small stone tools, He remembers a time when we were simple, when dolls were our play things and our imaginations ruled. He sighs and places them back.
the bookshelf in front of me has all sorts of things on it. theres pictures of me and my friends, my favorite book series, PLL, magazines, folders, filled with memories. My bookshelf contains some of my most treasured items.
There are many old books on my bookshelf. Old favorites that I can’t bring myself to throw away. Some are perennial re-reads, others I haven’t touched in years. A varied and sundry collection. Newer, less beloved books are stacked in untidy heaps near my bed.
My book shelf is becoming bowed with the number of heavy books I have and yet i feel i dont have enough books yet.
But thats kinda like life. Everyday, or year, or struggle, or good time, we “write” another chapter to our lives. And as we get older our shelf is being weighed down. Yet we feel the need to continue. To move on and add more.
simmz
holds all my books. generallly i like to have a big book case. i’m mad because i dont have one in my new bedroom. it makes it hard to find my books. my childhood one was purple. i loved that book case. wait. where is it now? hmm. yeah. maybe i’ll have one in my dorm next year. i hope so. i wonder how small my dorm will be. i wonder if my roommate
maddie
There are far fewer places in my home where go to live than this one place where I have lived hundreds of different lives and battled countless cruelty to emerge a hero. There upon that mantle, among the dust covered books of long ago, there have I ventured time and again…
There is nothing quite like an empty bookshelf.
Possibilities hang in the space like unwritten novels (which someday could populate that space).
Once filled, the space is limited; empty it is everything.
John H
On the bookshelf there was a book. A book of unforseen history. A history of forgotten events. Events which never happened. But were still remembered.
Juan Manuel Martínez
the bookshelf is packed. jammed. full to the bursting if you will. novels, picture books, write ins and of course entire series. over the years its been growing all the while. like my imagination as i finish each new piece.
yep,my bookshelf could be a dictionary of me. If you went through the shelves you’d find my macaroni art half crumbled and half terrible lying under amelia bedelia books. man they were my favorite. then you would see lemony snicket and agatha cristie next to pride and prejudice. you’d look at my bookshelf but never find that one naughty book i bought by accident one day at a field trip to barnes and nobles. You’d see my extensive collection on nancy drew books, and three copies of tuesdays with morrie. yep everything you need to know about me is on my bookshelf.
alex
She stared at the bookshelf choosing what to read. She had finally decided on a book of short stories. When she looked up, she saw him. He grabbing the same book and smiled at her. They both discussed the book and had a great time. Could this lead to something more?
shannon kahermanes
in between the bookshelf lay each piece of history blanketed in dust. He had forgotten about the items since those who’s history it was had turned through innocent and gone off evil.
For years he had not looked at them, until today, He returned.
Eric
has books. wood. love it. need a new one. filled. wish i had an entire room filled with bookshelves and books. glorious smells come from filled booksheleves. cat likes laying on empty shelves. need new. and more books. definitely more books. I need to go to the library and check out some more books. Currently reading ‘Water For Elephants” just started it but it seems ok so far. can’t wait to finish it so i can start on one of my many other books.
Courtney Morgan
You, you write such pretty words. But like isn’t a storybook. Love is an excuse to get hurt and to hurt. midsweet words newspaper cut outs.
I just built a bookshelf yesterday, however, I put the bottom shelf on wrong. So, I had to take it apart the prong got stuck on the right side. So I tried everything to get it out, I tried scissors, some small device and after a while I finally pulled it out.
Soph
Bookshelves holds books and many other things. Mine has movies and a bunch of junk that i don’t feel like putting away. Mine is dark brown. Kinda short. plain. I put my bookshelves up my self. I am 14 and i just a drill for the first time all by myself!(: it was such a great experience. I am proud of it.
Sammie
The dust accumulates there, mocking me. The titles blur through my unfocused stare. I’m numb. Can’t seem to motivate myself even enough to swipe the dust away from the bookshelf within arm’s reach. It seems so futile. All of it.
I want a ton of bookshelves in my store. All different shapes and sizes. They’ll line the walls, line the ceilings, line the floors, who the hell cares–all I know is that their purpose will be fulfilled and the people-men, women, children, aliens, chefs, who knows- who come into my bookstore will find what they’re looking for. On these bookshelves.
Abby Gant
The books couldnt fit on the bookshelf, it was too small. A whole library could not fit all the books she loved to read so dearly. It
its sorta hard to just come up with an idea for a book in only sixty seconds. how can someone expect me to do such a thing. life shouldn’t consist of a time limit. i need all the time in the world. other wise my head will start to hurt. maybe because i’m just lonely.
Sometimes when i want to think about something thats on my mind, i read. I read fiction and non, and my mind restlessly becomes awakened with an intense sensation of life, and thought. My mind runs wild, it runs free to think what i want.
The bookshelf behind me could probably use a good cleaning. The dust is as thick as the stacks of books. That’s right, stacks, not lined up books. I think they look neater in piles. Piles and piles of books on the bookshelf. It’s simple, it’s sweet, it’s satisfying. Except for the dust.
Each volume, a landmark marker for the places she’s gone. Her astral space travels are all here. Experiences lived and lessons learned can be revisited within her arm’s reach. Every book on her bookshelf is a portal to a place anywhere but here.
Books. Books are limitless knowledge. If I was offered a chance to read infinitely and acquire vast wisdom, I would take it in a synapse spark. Yet, that mindedness comes at a large ransom. After having scanned all there is to scan, life would become, more rather than less, expendable or useless.
I take my books off the bookshelf because now there is no need for them being that I have my e reader. My bookshelf is now just an empty case that is used to hold my dust. I no longer open and feel the thickness of a good book, but the warm of this thin electronic in my hands. My lonely bookshelf.
I glanced over at the bookshelf holding all of my secret hiding places. I wanted to escape this place and delve into what I believed to be the real world. I couldn’t stand this place any longer.
old, crispy papers. colourful bindings. cracked bindings. My childhood adventures neatly lined up, stacked and on display, for my (or anyone’s) perusal.
The dusty bookshelf in my room. It’s been untouched for a while. It used to a hold a world of imagination and beauty and escape for the tortured little girl. Now, she doesn’t even have time to lift her hand and brush the dust off the mahogany wood.
READING
BOOKS
HISTORY
PAST
PICTURES
FAMILY
there are millions of books lining the walls of the abandoned castle. she opens her eyes and tires to imagine any vastness greater than that which stood before her. the adventures were sure to never end; and as she realized this she started to believe that her new life with her mysterious aunts was not going to be that bad.
“Shannon?” whispered someone from behind the shelf.
I do not own a bookshelf. I have almost 200 books. I am an English major, in fact. I’ve been thinking about the fact that I really need bookshelves, but I’m having a crisis trying to decide which kind to get. Should I go random antique ones, or should I get uniform IKEA ones? I know it makes me a little annoying, but Ive been favouring the latter. Hmm. We’ll see.
I love to think about my full bookshelf. Dusty books, old books favourite books. I am a reader and I always want my bookshelf to be full. Stories. Fantasies, histories, inspiration. Poetry, novels, short stories, Looking at someone else’s bookshelf tells you a lot about that person. Where they go in their off time, where they escape too.
bookshelf hides my wealth
of knowledge and i contain that in the pocket
of my brain which stays sane all day
with only easy ways to live happy
and wise
in my bookshelf lies my wise
i love bookshelves. and books. and the smell of old books that have been sitting. and they are full of dust when you flip through the pages. you just smell all that the book is and what its :been through” and it just smells old. and wise. and smart. books.
i wrote a world that doesnt last, ive left it on the bookshelf till it gets famous again. dusty and underrated. god, its happens to the best doesnt it?
there is a bookshelf in this room. it looks a little like a door. a door that you would find in an old house, save the glass. A bookshelf with glass would be quite dangerous, at least in my house. I am pretty clumsy, but like to read a lot. So there’s the dilemma.
I set that notebook on my bookshelf. i couldn’t bear to throw it away even though we had broken up over a year ago. Everyday when I passed that book I noticed the collecting dust, and thought of our story inside the closed covers.
Bookshelves are so incredible. When you think about it all the books are like little worlds, and this one bookshelf holds so many different worlds. It’s easy to get away from life when you have a full bookshelf, because you can go anywhere and experience anything. If you ever need to get away, your bookshelf is right around the corner. :D
a book shelf is one of the most amazing places in the world. it holds an unimaginable amount of knowledge, and creativity. it holds the freedom to a kid living in the ghetto, and the stress relief of a kid living in the upper east side constantly barraged by their parents for success.
Strewn between the ancient texts bound by carefully folded forests, He spots the items created specifically for us. Picking up the small stone tools, He remembers a time when we were simple, when dolls were our play things and our imaginations ruled. He sighs and places them back.
the bookshelf in front of me has all sorts of things on it. theres pictures of me and my friends, my favorite book series, PLL, magazines, folders, filled with memories. My bookshelf contains some of my most treasured items.
There are many old books on my bookshelf. Old favorites that I can’t bring myself to throw away. Some are perennial re-reads, others I haven’t touched in years. A varied and sundry collection. Newer, less beloved books are stacked in untidy heaps near my bed.
My book shelf is becoming bowed with the number of heavy books I have and yet i feel i dont have enough books yet.
But thats kinda like life. Everyday, or year, or struggle, or good time, we “write” another chapter to our lives. And as we get older our shelf is being weighed down. Yet we feel the need to continue. To move on and add more.
holds all my books. generallly i like to have a big book case. i’m mad because i dont have one in my new bedroom. it makes it hard to find my books. my childhood one was purple. i loved that book case. wait. where is it now? hmm. yeah. maybe i’ll have one in my dorm next year. i hope so. i wonder how small my dorm will be. i wonder if my roommate
There are far fewer places in my home where go to live than this one place where I have lived hundreds of different lives and battled countless cruelty to emerge a hero. There upon that mantle, among the dust covered books of long ago, there have I ventured time and again…
Bookshelf. My most valued item. The shelf that holds my hopes and dreams. The shelf that holds my second life.
There is nothing quite like an empty bookshelf.
Possibilities hang in the space like unwritten novels (which someday could populate that space).
Once filled, the space is limited; empty it is everything.
On the bookshelf there was a book. A book of unforseen history. A history of forgotten events. Events which never happened. But were still remembered.
the bookshelf is packed. jammed. full to the bursting if you will. novels, picture books, write ins and of course entire series. over the years its been growing all the while. like my imagination as i finish each new piece.
yep,my bookshelf could be a dictionary of me. If you went through the shelves you’d find my macaroni art half crumbled and half terrible lying under amelia bedelia books. man they were my favorite. then you would see lemony snicket and agatha cristie next to pride and prejudice. you’d look at my bookshelf but never find that one naughty book i bought by accident one day at a field trip to barnes and nobles. You’d see my extensive collection on nancy drew books, and three copies of tuesdays with morrie. yep everything you need to know about me is on my bookshelf.
She stared at the bookshelf choosing what to read. She had finally decided on a book of short stories. When she looked up, she saw him. He grabbing the same book and smiled at her. They both discussed the book and had a great time. Could this lead to something more?
in between the bookshelf lay each piece of history blanketed in dust. He had forgotten about the items since those who’s history it was had turned through innocent and gone off evil.
For years he had not looked at them, until today, He returned.
has books. wood. love it. need a new one. filled. wish i had an entire room filled with bookshelves and books. glorious smells come from filled booksheleves. cat likes laying on empty shelves. need new. and more books. definitely more books. I need to go to the library and check out some more books. Currently reading ‘Water For Elephants” just started it but it seems ok so far. can’t wait to finish it so i can start on one of my many other books.
You, you write such pretty words. But like isn’t a storybook. Love is an excuse to get hurt and to hurt. midsweet words newspaper cut outs.
I just built a bookshelf yesterday, however, I put the bottom shelf on wrong. So, I had to take it apart the prong got stuck on the right side. So I tried everything to get it out, I tried scissors, some small device and after a while I finally pulled it out.
Bookshelves holds books and many other things. Mine has movies and a bunch of junk that i don’t feel like putting away. Mine is dark brown. Kinda short. plain. I put my bookshelves up my self. I am 14 and i just a drill for the first time all by myself!(: it was such a great experience. I am proud of it.
The dust accumulates there, mocking me. The titles blur through my unfocused stare. I’m numb. Can’t seem to motivate myself even enough to swipe the dust away from the bookshelf within arm’s reach. It seems so futile. All of it.
I want a ton of bookshelves in my store. All different shapes and sizes. They’ll line the walls, line the ceilings, line the floors, who the hell cares–all I know is that their purpose will be fulfilled and the people-men, women, children, aliens, chefs, who knows- who come into my bookstore will find what they’re looking for. On these bookshelves.
The books couldnt fit on the bookshelf, it was too small. A whole library could not fit all the books she loved to read so dearly. It