B D Owens Library Novels & Stories

He carried a rolled-up set of structural diagrams tied with blue tape. "The steel delivery arrived at seven," Owen said, setting his hardhat on a side chair and laying the diagrams across the table. "The crane operator lifted the main support columns into place before the morning traffic started on 4th Street. By noon, the entire skeleton of the library wing will be bolted down." Elowen looked up from her work, a bright, affectionate smile touching her lips. "Did you drink your coffee before running off to the site this morning?" "A full thermos," Owen grinned, leaning his hands on the edge of the table to inspect her sketches. "The floor plan looks incredible, El. Mom was saying last night

“And what about baby Jack?” “Mickey Mouse!” Libby says, raising her hands up over her head. “He’s just a baby, though.” “Mickey Mouse is always a good choice.” I take her hand and follow Carly through the empty lot. She takes photos of the orange flags and sends them to her husband. Libby wants to walk down the street and look at the geese by the water’s edge. I go with her, but stop before we even make it two houses down. Because of all the people in this town for me to run into—again—it’s Owen fucking Dawson. And this time, he’s shirtless and sweaty and pushing a lawnmower. I remember my dream from yesterday and hate the rush of heat that goes through me.

He thought about the Farrow house and the south-facing slope and the weight-bearing room and the ground receiving the building. "Yes," he said. "The next letter. Written for you." Owen looked at the folder on the table — the photograph of the container and the two-page document with its handwritten what-we-need. "When can you begin?" he said. Daniel looked at Adrian. Adrian looked at the site notes. "The library is in its construction phase," Daniel said. "Miriam Chen is leading the day-to-day. I can give the Farrow house the full allocation beginning in July." "July," Owen said. He looked at Miriam. The shorthand. The mutual recognition.

He leads me to a doorway and opens it so I can take a look inside. Inside, is a medium sized room, long with a screen at one end and rows of reclining seats. I can feel Davon’s body behind me, his breath down my neck. “Cinema room. Every Saturday night we have a film on.” I nod and turn back to him. “Pretty cool.” Davon steps back and closes the door behind us and leads us down another hallway. These hallways seem endless, and in no time at all I had seen the indoor swimming pool, the bar, the gym, and best of all the library. A house with a bloody library. Bookshelves upon bookshelves of beautiful books. “I must say this is my favorite room so far.” I run my fingers over the spines of some

I waved my hand at her and went back inside, aiming for the nicest place in our school, the library. River Oak high school is a rectangular concrete closed box, suspended by rectangular columns, and with skylights on the roof. It's a modern structure with a central atrium and internal floors connected by ramps. Located on the first floor, the library is the only place with normal windows, an oasis of light. Completing the area, there is a long balcony with some comfortable chairs where you can read. It's my favorite spot. Today it is almost desert. Some people are gathered in the front area, probably some study groups. But I'm heading to the back, where nobody ventures and the silence is so

“He sounded like he was hiding something.” Dwight sighed again, pulling her into his arms. They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s warmth as the cool morning breeze brushed against their skin. "Nothing would go wrong again, Mandy! not when I'm alive. I promise" Dwight said whispering to Mandy's ears. As they headed back into the mansion, Dwight stopped Mandy in front of a massive door, one she hadn’t noticed before. “My father was a lover of books,” Dwight said with a soft smile. “This is the Mendez library. There are over 50,000 books in here.”

"That's a good name. Suits you. Quiet and thoughtful." Owen felt his face flush hot. He pushed his glasses up his nose and focused on the computer screen. "You're clear. No fines this time." "Good. I hate fines." Jax didn't move. He stayed leaning against the counter, his amber eyes fixed on Owen. "So, you're here all alone on a Friday night?" "It's my shift." "But you're the only one here. No other staff? No patrons?" "It's a small library on a rainy Friday night," Owen said, finally looking up. "It's not exactly a hot spot."

I sit at the stool behind the desk as he sorts through book tags, humming out of tune. Since I started coming to the library Owen has sort of become my away from home dad. This makes him the forth one. His wife even cooks for me sometimes so I help out around the library when I can. It's quite an old building so it has faults everywhere. "Two years and you don't know her name?" He looks up from the tags and shrugs.

then he reached for the book without any difficulty. “Thanks!” Izzy whispered as soon as she got the book in her hand and signaled for Owen to follow her. “We’re done here.” Owen walked behind Izzy and stood nearby when he saw the girl asking the librarian to have her take the book with her for a few days. Then they walk out of the library together. “I will have a week of dreading review and exams in a few days. Let’s have a weekend getaway,” Izzy clung an arm on Owen’s arm as they walked to the parking lot.

Olivia Keller Drew was the first person I saw when I stepped into the library, the library was basically empty, except from the librarian, old Mrs Anderson who was already asleep on her desk. Huge, tall shelves with lots of books piled in them were at each corners of the library. Middle sized shelves were placed all over the place, the library wasn't that huge but it was packed with enough books. The air unit was rattling, piercing the silence with its annoying noise. I could literally smell the books, the smell of old books and fresh prints.