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Tied to a Drawing

Submitted to Contest #91

“Hey, get back here that’s mine!” screamed Raymond  “So, what I have it now what are you going to do about it?” argued the punk that stole his book  “I don’t have to do anything it’s a library book so the librarian will get you for it.” Raymond said  At that point the punk got bored with the book and tossed it down at Raymond’s feet and went to bother someone else. What the punk didn’t realize is that Raymond had bought the book from the library a while ago at one of the library yard sales they ha...

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Treasure Hunt

Submitted to Contest #91

"Remember! No loud talking!" Tyler and Alyssa looked at the Guardian who had always been present at the doorway to the wondrous world that they were privileged enough to enter. They had discussed their mission of finding the book that held magic and tales of a magician. Although they knew that they may need assistance in deciphering words and understanding their meanings, Tyler and Alyssa were excited about learning more about this mysterious world and the enchantments that it held. "Do you know where it is?" Alyssa whispered to her brothe...

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Late Return

Submitted to Contest #91

“Dad, I have to return this book!” “What are you, nuts? The mutants are about to come out. You can’t go out there!” “But if I don’t return it today I’ll be hunted by the Librarian Squad! They don’t play!” “Why didn’t you return it earlier?” “I forgot.” Dad gave his eleven year old son Felix a pained look. All he could do was look down at his shoes, embarrassed. “Fine, we’ll go now. Maybe it’s not too late.” “Wait” said Mom, “you can’t be serious. It’s too late, the sun is going down. You’ll be out there with the mutants.” “I know swe...

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Light Switch

Submitted to Contest #91

“Good morning, Georgia, it’s 5 am time to start your day.” sounds the alarm  Georgia arises with no problem because she knows how her day will go. Go to the gym, come home have a nice breakfast with a couple eggs and dry toast with orange juice, then go to work at the local grocery store where she’s the manager, come home make some kind of supper, take a shower, and head to bed.  As she heads to the kitchen to make her a protein drink to keep her energized, she can easily find everything because she has it ...

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The Horror of the Book Return!!

Submitted to Contest #91

4:57 PM, 63 minutes left "Hey, isn't that book due today?" My best friend, William, asks. I look at him over the copy of The Time Machine by H.G. Wells. "Yeah. Why? It's only 5:00 PM." "Yeah, but today's Sunday, and the library closes at 6:00." That's right, I think. Crap. I'm gonna have to go fast on that skateboard if I want to get there in time! "Gotta run, see you tomorrow!" I tell him, running out the front door. I jump on my skateboard and roll down the road. I have the smart idea to read my book on the way there, as I only had abou...

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What's That?

Submitted to Contest #91

Mrs. Johnson turned off the lights to the library and locked the doors like she did every evening. She wondered to herself what happens inside the library when everyone is gone. Shrugging her shoulders, Mrs. Johnson headed home to her husband and a relaxing night of TV. As soon as Mrs. Johnson and the rest of the humans had left the building, Charles stretched his left leg. The book that Mrs. Johnson had just put onto one of his shelves fell to the floor. “Oops,” he said with a laugh, “did I do that?” Marybelle looked at the old wooden s...

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The Isle of Late Fees

Submitted to Contest #91

One hundred and sixty-two days, that was how long the old man had been stranded on the island. One hundred and seventeen days, that was how overdue his books were. He had to work the weight of those three hard covers into the buoyancy of his makeshift raft, which he had assembled meticulously over the course of months. His hair had grown long and unkempt, and his once pale skin had turned the texture of a leather-bound journal while his nails had become long enough to use as bookmarks.        ...

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Release the birds

Submitted to Contest #91

Release the birds I can’t stand the noise, the fighting every night when my dad comes home after work. He sits on the couch while my mother brings him a glass of whiskey, then another. He is an angry man, and after each drink he becomes even more angry and abusive. I hide in my closet, and count the hours until he passes out. Then I can sneak out of my bedroom window and go to the place where I feel free, and happy.  It is dark, and the noises stopped! I wish he would stop hurting my mom, and screaming at everything including the ...

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Overdue

Submitted to Contest #91

If there had been some way to cross the chasm without alerting the pair of guards beneath him, Troy hadn’t thought of it yet.His stomach churned something fierce as he snuck a peek over the side of the rockface and caught sight of just how far away his intended target was. The access terminal he needed to reach in order to get to the forbidden city must have been a good two stories below him, maybe more depending on the angle. Every move seemed to disturb his surroundings, shaking loose a flurry of the red topsoil high into the air, forcing ...

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The Library Canary

Submitted to Contest #91

I wake up to the birds calling to me again. They have the same spark of imagination in their eyes and the beautiful song they sing. I like birds. I peer at them through the cracks in the curtains then opening the window to get some air, I reach into my pocket and give them some bread. They eat it thoughtfully then fly away into the sunrise. I smile and get to work. I start to write my schedule for today.Get upGet changedgo to school if it is a school dayIf not a school day go down to the dairy to get some milkIf a school day walk home at 3:0...

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Diane the Seeker

Submitted to Contest #91

Diane looked quizzically at the milky white covers of the book she'd found in the park. The cover had no words, only a black-bordered rhombus divided into a white and black half by an S-shaped terminator. She turned the book to the side, and on the spine, there was only a date: 2/22/2022."Yesterday," she observed. She was very observant, indeed, and very curious.Most children her age would've thrown the book out after a brief glance at its contents: endless tables, graphs and analysis of some experiment. Most people who could read would be a...

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A Killer Late Fee

Submitted to Contest #91

“First of the Heavens, bind these poor souls to the earth. Let them be as all things, beneath thy heel. Adamu.” The air in the cemetery seemed to distort for a moment, then every walking corpse within twenty paces of the young priest dropped to the ground as if pressed by enormous weight. “Hurry with the fire, Zan!” “What, you can’t just pray them into dust?” the sorcerer drew glowing runes in the air with one ungloved hand while the other held a fragile-looking book with silver bindings. His hood had been blown back by the cool autumn wind...

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Be Careful What You Read After Dark

Submitted to Contest #91

Words have meaning--but do they have life? Can they actually leap off a page to take you on adventures--even those which you don’t want to go on?        Berlin, Md. historian John Simpson, a long-time friend of mine, called me one Friday and excitedly asked me to meet him at the back door of the Berlin Library at 4:15, right after closing.       I couldn’t figure out why he wanted to meet at the library and why not during regular business hours in this public place where nobody...

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Nathaniel Benedict and the book of Doom

Submitted to Contest #91

As we drift along the ice-cold river, fed by glacier water from the mountains up north, I feel the weight of the book on my shivering back. I consider it to be my luck of the draw that I ended up with this burden, but I do thank the forces of nature that I am not alone on this journey. Though solely responsible for the safe return of this precious cargo, I have by my side my trusted ally and friend, Sunny Deveraux. Courageous, smart, elegant, and sophisticated, she is the driving force behind my will to succeed; she has been since I was firs...

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Magical and Medicinal, the seasonal plants of the Crovedia

Submitted to Contest #91

     “Oh, you really don’t want that one.” I looked around but could not see who had said this. I put the book back, finding it of little interest and selected another one.            “Um, no, you wont like that one either.” I sighed and put that book back as well. I felt like I was in the wrong section, but this is where I had been directed so I tried again. “Nope, that’s three for three.” Exasperated I shoved the book back unceremoniously.  I “Well, what do you...

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