Can you guess who it is?
He’s a charismatic character with a convincing careen. He’s a slick, sly, modern day Quixote with a marvelous sheen. He’s a gritty flagrant fighter with…
The book
In a small, moldy room at the bottom of the Christ Church, Mr. Andrews was going to be teaching a class. It wasn’t like the rest of his classes; those were all…
The book
In a small, moldy room at the bottom of the Christ Church, Mr. Andrews was going to be teaching a class. It wasn’t like the rest of his classes; those were all…
Fire
The flame rears up, up, and goes out. Huddled under blankets coarse as sandpaper, Isabella’s violet hued eyes blinked into the darkness. It was too late. The…
The Making of a Musical Genius
All you could hear was flipping through paper. It sounded like the shuffle of a casino deck of cards. His eyes never wandered from this magical thing. He…
The Protagonist
I can’t see you, but I know you are there. I can feel it. You watch my every move. You read my every thought. And on a whim, you replay the moments of my life…
Unbreakable (poem)
Unbroken spirit, Trapped in pages of the book of souls, Stripped of determination left, Naked on text stained paper, Dignity forced to leave, Through cardboard…
Every Moment Of Every Day
I laid down the thick purple leather-bound tome on the library desk with wide-eyed reverence and dropped limply into the seat. No disaster struck as I pushed…
Paper
Greg looked like death. His eyes were sunken with dark bags beneath them, and his skin was dry and papery. He’d picked the cafe to get out of his home. Too…
More Than Just Letters on a Page
The hours of slaving over his workbench had finally set the stage for his research. He’d read the ancient tome countless times, but there’s only so much one…
Party it Up, Pens all Around
Write up a storm huh? Well first does it really have to be a storm? Storms are pretty cool at times, but they can be pretty violent can’t they? I don’t think…
Her Rose Pink Eyes
The woman stretched out her hand and pulled the girl up to her feet. The woman wore an elegant dress, one that the girl had wanted for a long time. She pulled…
Finding the Exact Words
The coffee shop was noisy- a symphony of quiet motors, dozens of conversations, and steady calls for espressos. It was alive, swirling with vibrancy, and…
Day 9: The Book Thief By Markus Zusak
January 9th Robin was right. I Am the Messenger is a wonderful book. I had to read more by Markus Zusak. I was crying my eyes out when I heard the phone…
Day 8: I Am the Messenger By Markus Zusak
January 8th “What’s this?” I ask as Robin hands me a book. “Kind of a sorry for being such a jerk these past couple of days gift,” he replied. “No you-” “I…
Day 4: Looking For Alaska By John Green
January 4th I told you I had fallen in love with John Green. I ran out the next day and bought all of his books. “Reading again?” Laura asked as we walked to…
Day 3: An Abundance of Katherines By John Green (Part 2)
“It’s a book,” I said looking up at him confused. “Yeah, with your name on it! I found it and had to get it for you.” He exclaimed. “You woke me up so you…
read to me
The water seemed to hover on the great expanse of the Delaware river, almost like a blue sheet caught horizontally in the wind. It was mesmerizing in an…
Nadir of the Highest
The pale oracle dipped her quill into the hollow of her eye socket, loading the nib with blood. She wrote upon the roughly bound parchment laid before her…
Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury
Childhood and mortality, held together by familial love and tradition. [Disclaimer: It’s been a long time since I read it, but these were the themes that stuck…