Post by ven on May 27, 2006 21:16:57 GMT -5
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!
---Emily Dickinson
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!
---Emily Dickinson
The strong scent of old paper and ink danced through the air like an elegant waltz. Students took notes and prepared for tests, researching and practicing. The library always carried such strong aromas, it was the accumulation of all the books over so many years. It's sweet stagnant smell was relaxing and comforting to many people. Books were immortal, if not the physical covers and pages but the stories and adventures. They were items where you could be lost in as well as found.
Vendetta Vernier was a quiet girl. Not because she was shy, just because she had nothing to say. She spent most of her time with her nose buried in a book. And that resulted in her not being social. She didn't care, not many people striked her fancy. People were dull. There was a quote from Shakespeare that she had twisted to her own life: Man delights me not. And in Vendetta's own context, this was very true.
It was lunch time and Vendetta wasn't hungry, so she made her way to the library. She found it a pleasant place. She strode over to the front desk and looked for the librarian. She had over heard that he was a younger fellow and she wished to meet him. She had a question on her mind for him. But where was he?
Venn fiddled with her bracelet. It was made of large beads in a rainbow and scheme, it was the only splash of color in her entire out . Along with that she wore a v-neck short sleeved shirt and as for shoes, she wore tall black boots that laced up the front and ended just below the knees. She placed an elbow on the counter on the and glanced around into the backroom as best she could. She saw no one.
Vendetta dung through her pockets and pulled out and cookie wrapped in plastic. She unwrapped it carefully and began to nibble on the delicious treat. She had her usual dull expression on her face, she was almost like a sad little doll. Her skin was porcelain white and her hair coal black. She sighed and waited for the librarian.
((This is for SHane Mathews but if anyone would like to join me until he shows, that would be fine.))
Vendetta Vernier was a quiet girl. Not because she was shy, just because she had nothing to say. She spent most of her time with her nose buried in a book. And that resulted in her not being social. She didn't care, not many people striked her fancy. People were dull. There was a quote from Shakespeare that she had twisted to her own life: Man delights me not. And in Vendetta's own context, this was very true.
It was lunch time and Vendetta wasn't hungry, so she made her way to the library. She found it a pleasant place. She strode over to the front desk and looked for the librarian. She had over heard that he was a younger fellow and she wished to meet him. She had a question on her mind for him. But where was he?
Venn fiddled with her bracelet. It was made of large beads in a rainbow and scheme, it was the only splash of color in her entire out . Along with that she wore a v-neck short sleeved shirt and as for shoes, she wore tall black boots that laced up the front and ended just below the knees. She placed an elbow on the counter on the and glanced around into the backroom as best she could. She saw no one.
Vendetta dung through her pockets and pulled out and cookie wrapped in plastic. She unwrapped it carefully and began to nibble on the delicious treat. She had her usual dull expression on her face, she was almost like a sad little doll. Her skin was porcelain white and her hair coal black. She sighed and waited for the librarian.
((This is for SHane Mathews but if anyone would like to join me until he shows, that would be fine.))