Writing Prompt

“I am Qether,” I said with a bow, “And this.” I motioned behind me toward the vast collection of tomes and books.

“This is my library,” I finished adjusting my spectacles on my face. The group gathered kowtowed before me. The leader, a woman in her forties, spoke first, “Great Qether. God of Knowledge and Secrets. Keeper and Warden of the Gods’ Library. I beg an audience.”

I scratched my chin. I...

“Ouch!” A voice yelled, and something crashed within the library. “Who put that there?”

Aurora shot from her chair, the back of her legs smacking her wooden seat.

Nobody should be in here; the scholars weren't allowed in after nine pm.

“Hello?” She called.

Maybe it was a professor?

No, it sounded too spritely, too alive, to be one of the university teachers.

It had to be a scholar. It had to ...

“No, I’m not allowing three children to go running wild in my library,” Adnales said, looking between the children in question as he did so.

“Please, Mr Librarian, it’s important!” the tallest girl begged, looking desperate. “We’re trying to save your world here!”

He didn’t doubt that. He knew exactly who these children were, and that just made everything worse.

“Any friend of Ayla Maren is an...

It wasn’t the fact that the book was lying on the floor that got me first.

It annoyed me more that someone had been so careless as to let it fall. It was a very rare copy of ‘The Epic of Ecliades’, with silky velum pages, a gilt-encrusted cover, and painstakingly hand painted plates, which were a delight.

I tutted as I picked it up, the dust displacing from the pages in a cloud, ‘What on earth ...

Larry glanced around the room. The library was small—one room—but it was filled with rare and valuable books. The assignment of being warden of the books for the weekend had not been a popular one. Larry had been the only Chronicle employee to put in for it.

There was a certain charm to the old books and perhaps even a slightly musty smell, but Larry didn’t care. As a matter of fact, he sort of l...

The old man wakes at one a.m. His ritual has begone. Leave the bed, brush his teeth, get dressed, and pour a cup of black coffee. He shuffled down the spiral stair case into his library. The young man at the information station was trying to keep his eye open, staring down at the pages of a book.

“My is that one that boring?”

“Oh, sorry sir. I was just trying to pass the time, as we are open a...

Monogamy is cool,

it’s manotany that sucks.

So every night I take home the same woman,

but some nights we switch it up.

Some nights she is my good girl,

other nights she’s my slut.

Some nights we make love,

other nights we straight f**k.

Some nights she likes it smooth,

other nights she likes it rough.

& who better to lick her clit like licorice,

bend her over the dresser & bless her

bang her back...

I breathed deeply. The evening sun painted the cobblestone sidewalk in gold as I walked towards the old library. It was day one on the job, guarding the books within. I’d never been inside before, but my uncle was apparently certain that I was best suited for the job.

I pushed the old door open and stepped inside for the first time. The smell of old books and dusty shelves reached my nose, ...

Evelyn,worked for the local library of Silverton Oregon.the library could be described in one word,boring.however Evelyn liked boring she liked simple,because she had the eyes of an artist.to her everything in the library contained hidden beauty,the notches of gothic inspiration in the stair railing to the lampposts scattered around each room like fireflies on a summer evening,to the bookshelves o...

I am the warden of the Floating Library. An intergalactic archive of encyclopaedia and books donated to the Floating Library so that they can be kept safe from invasion, occupation and general disasters.

Today, is the archival reshuffle. This happens when donated books have become large enough to become a hindrance for visitors to navigate the corridors. So rather have them wander and get lost an...