Writing Prompt

One day, I got out of school…

And decided to visit the library, seeking new books…

When I opened the doors, a gust of wind greeted me…

With it the scent of paper and faint traces of coffee…

Lingering beneath my nose…

I made my way to the fiction aisle…

In search of a book I longed to read again…

A book called _Fireflies_…

That left me wishing fireflies would light up my world…

The story behind it...

The Tomcat Murr

drifting theough leaflets

Like they might actually mean something

But they never do

The only real light you can depend on is from

Your cat

The way she keeps forgiving you

for spilling her water

and not changing the litter fast enough

I had 2 lemons in the fridge when i left

They weren’t Meyer lemons

Their scent sealed in wax

Were they only for painting?

what does the world se...

Hannah, an artist struggling with inspiration, wandered through the aisles, her fingers brushing over the spines of countless volumes. Her grandmother had once spoken of a book called "The Forgotten Truth," claiming it held the key to unlocking one's true potential. With her creativity dwindling, Hannah clung to the hope that this elusive book could reignite her passion.

Mark, on the other hand, ...

Oh sorry

Didn’t mean to

Bump into you

I see her green eyes

Oh my god

I love that book

Malice

Yeah it’s means a lot

It helped me

Figure myself out

Really

You too?

Maybe we should

meet up

At an old cafe

And hold hands

And share orders

And sweets

Take a sip

Of my coffee

And walk down

The aisle

In white with

People sobbing...

A wave of nausea bubbles up in Cora’s stomach, a new sensation she still hasn’t grown used to. Her doctors assure her that this is normal, so Cora promises herself she won’t overthink the changes overtaking her body. Yet she can’t help but grip at her flat belly with each twitch.

Her task today is simple – buy a children’s book. A book her own mother read to her throughout her childhood. A story ...

“Where is that book… that damn book…” A cute girl murmurs while scanning through the books stacked up in a shelf. I continue my own search. The book I am searching for is, too, an essential on my shopping list. I’m not sure if they have it here, even with the rustic look of this shop.

Suddenly, my heart jumps as a slight pain rushes through my foot. A hiss escapes out of my mouth and I look up. He...

I walk into the Mom & Pap bookstore called Quill & Chill to find a book that I need for my last class before graduating. “Just this book and no others,” I whisper to myself. I scan the shelves, I find myself seeing books I want to buy and read at home.

I turn the corner only to bump into something hard and fall to the floor. A hand reaches out to help me up, I look up and see that it’s a man who...

The spark had not existed

Until our eyes had met

Her hand upon my shoulder

Her face I’ll never forget

She waited on my turn

To point to the book in my hand

I could not have read a line of it

It’s words, I couldn’t understand

Because my breath was taken away

My mind it went so cloudy

I hadn’t know such utter connection

Until that love had found me

I tried to blink but all I saw

Were o...

The warm air greeted Skye as she walked into Barnes &Nobles the smell of fresh books greeted her. when she was done causally browsing the first floor, she faced her childhood fear and went on the escalator

Once on the top floor she began looking in the fantasy section, she found the book she read when she was twelve “Crenshaw.”

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𝖲𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖡𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗌&𝖭𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌...

i often wonder how our story will be told

if we had met differently

would we grow old

together, or become the friendliest enemies

if we were the same age

or from the same town

sat next to each other in the cinema

or walked our dogs on the same lawn

we could have met at the bookstore

reaching out for the same spines

have you ever wondered how beautiful it is

to call those liminal spaces “spines...