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BookstoreHeaven smells like someone else's allergies.
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 toBookstore2 years ago in Free Verse

Bookstore ReligionLurking in the shadows of roses,
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
hideous beauty:

I recited poetic prayers to the classics.Bookstore Religion1 year ago in Free Verse

BookstoreRoxas hated walking through the hallways and streets and seeing nothing but couples. It only reminded him that he was single and that he had no one but himself. He looked at other couples with jealousy and longing. His twin brother, Sora, noticed Roxas and was worried about him. Sora didn't know how long Roxas could hold out before he went insane. He had to do something.

Thing is, Sora didn't know that Roxas had given up all hope of ever finding someone who could fill the empty void in his heart. Roxas didn't want anything to do with relationships anymore. But of course that didn't stop him from half-heartedly helping his friends with theirsBookstore1 year ago in Sketches

Recently at the bookstore...'Divorce for Dummies' is sold out.Recently at the bookstore...3 years ago in Short Stories

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.
"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 Bookstore6 years ago in Erotic

Of Bookstores PassedOf Bookstores Passed

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 cOf Bookstores Passed3 years ago in Editorial

AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backs
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 lAnonymous8 months ago in Free Verse

The BookstoreThat was the summer we read
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
WaThe Bookstore2 years ago in Free Verse

PoliceForcestuck: The Bookstore 1Officer Vantas sips his fresh coffee inside the police department, and then he spits it out. "Damn it Gamzee!"

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 awayPoliceForcestuck: The Bookstore 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters

The Bookstore pt. 2 Dani glanced up for the hundredth time it seemed, to that woman’s squeal. Her eyes narrowed as she looked through the window onto the tiny patio. That rich yuppie woman had crawled into Scott’s 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?

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, hoThe Bookstore pt. 25 years ago in Erotic

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.

"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
bookstoPoliceForcestuck: The Bookstore 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters

Zemyx- Bookstore(If you don't like yaoi, I suggest you don't read 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, Zemyx- Bookstore3 years ago in General Fiction

barnes and nobleshe said she wants to lose her virginity at a barnes and noble.

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,barnes and noble2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

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.

"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
read it!"

"Come on Karkat," Jade encourPoliceForcestuck: The Bookstore 411 months ago in Introductions & Chapters

From Bookstore to BeyondI was at the bookstore one day
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 From Bookstore to Beyond2 years ago in Concrete Poetry

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?

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 cryBookstore Therapy8 months ago in Short Stories

The Boy in the BookstoreMy thick, horn-rimmed glasses slumped slightly on the lumpy bridge of my nose, unnecessarily emphasizing the obscure composition of my face. Clenching my book tightly, I scurried through the many rows of tired, mahogany bookshelves. The worn laces on my dingy tennis shoes trailed behind me as I scuffed through the crowd brought about by a lonely Sunday in rainy month of March. I could feel strands of dirt brown hair loosening from my sloppy ponytail, tied with a squalid string I had found implanted in the asphalt of a parking lot. I didn’t bother to swipe them out of my eyes as my feet began to blur in the span of my vision from the speThe Boy in the Bookstore4 years ago in General Fiction

Brightheart

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 sBrightheart3 years ago in Concrete Poetry

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.

"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
next move.

The brunette sudPoliceForcestuck: The Bookstore 31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters

Bookstore CutieShe swears that soon
I'll find my
"bookstore cutie."

The boy who stands
among the aisles
with a book in his hands
because he'd much rather not pay.

She swears he'll
be the cutest thing
ever.

He'll have wire framed glasses,
be just the right amount of nerdy,
have the blonde hair I love,
and the blue eyes that make me melt.

She swears he'll kiss me
and hug me and
feel the way I do.

He'll be a romantic;
read to me because I want to listen,
and let me talk
when he wants to listen.

She swears he'll love me
like no one else;
why can't it be you?Bookstore Cutie2 years ago in Free Verse

No Bails TGNo Bails

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?"No Bails TG2 years ago in Short Stories

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