The book sits in a lonely state. Waiting for someone to come, pick it up, and just indulge in the reality inside.
The book that has fallen on the floor after someone chose another that was underneath. It has been ignored, skipped, and once again deserted. It does not pout, it does not cry. It just waits. See this book is older than all the others. It knows how to wait. It waited in a bookstore. It waited on a shelf. It waited in a thrift shop. It waited in a stack, and now it just waits on the unvacuumed floor. Next to it sits a hair clip, and by that an orange strand of string.
This book would not be so lonely if its owner would give it a chance, pick it up, and look inside. There she or he would find a world remarkable. A world of humor and wit, and of a wonderful romance. Nothing cliché. Nothing like that Twilight that the owner once so fond of. Something truthful, but for now it waits.
hey, i am TOTALLY following your blog. what you talking bout?!?
ReplyDeleteanyway, i like this! it is very sad (yes, that is what i like). I like the lines "It knows how to wait" and the last part about Twilight. and i think you should do more of that -- talking about lame books that were noticed even though they revealed nothing and had no wit. or yeah, just more allusions to books in general.
kind of wondering why the owner chose it and then left it there.
But the thingy totally says you're not.
ReplyDeleteStrange thingy.
And in the one I turned in I changed "Twilight" to "vampire book," so I could allude to not only that book but many others.
Also, the owner did not chose it, she dropped it on accident, and was too lazy to pick it up.
Finally, thank you!
OR MAYBE IT DOES.
ReplyDeleteI am confused.
YET AGAIN, I am almost ALWAYS confused.