Bookwoman Novels & Stories

Elsa said. “I wish I don't see you!” Mrs Smith said beneath her breath. Elsa walked out of the house and started trekking down the street. She is just going to stop at the bus stop and wait for a bus to come around. She has no cash on her, except for the 3 USD she had planned to use in buying herself a book. Now she has to use it in paying for the bus ride. “Hey Kid sister! Enjoying the trekking?” Marina said.

Daniel ordered and I did, I tried to put it inside my cloth but I'm stopped immediately by a tall figure, a woman probably a library attendant. "Are u trying to steal books?" She asked in her British accent and crossed her arms to stare at me " no, I was just um.." "Cleaning." Daniel completes. " She was just cleaning" " don't come to this section again, it's not for public" she orders and grabs the book from my hand. Then shoves us away, we turned and left. " I have a feeling the reason why miss flora didn't get that book was because of the library attendant" Daniels turn back

She got up and left. Frances yawned. "Good night mom." She turned off the lamp and shut her eyes. Frances worked as a salesclerk at the Soft View Bookstore, along Huxely Street, Boston. The bookstore was well known, not because it was a large establishment, but due to the style of book display ordered by Mr. Yamato -- nearly half of the books were displayed outside in a heavy show glass. This could be the most reason why each morning of a working day wore Frances out. She just hated everything about the book store.

He was almost to his bunkhouse before he could no longer hear the indignant ranch hand’s muffled outbursts over his interruption. He walked back into the bunk with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders shrugged. Even if she was cleaned up and dolled up considerably, there was no way that pretty little whore in the bunkhouse was the Paper Widow. The whore was a right pretty little thing, but she in no way possessed the aristocratic beauty of the Paper Widow.

She stared at the faces of the major scientists of Aaima pharmaceuticals, they were six of them. "Miss Munawarrah, we agreed on a meeting tomorrow morning..." Jibril started but she cut him off. "Shut up!" She screamed at him and the man immediately kept shut. She kept her face neutral as she stared at them, the men were uncomfortable under her scrutinized gaze. It was completely ironical that a woman could make them this vulnerably but, she wasn't just a mere women she was the definition of a cold hearted businesswoman. The door opened and the vice president Aliyu Umar walked in, he was a young and ambitious man and could be considered as one of the most eligible bachelor in the northern pa

Serena felt the big city sure lacked a bit ethics and etiquettes but at least it didn't believe the manner of caging women all life. "Well now you did." The unknown woman of early 20s commented as she passed a short chuckle out as a reply for Serena who smiled a little. Soon watching the woman pinch the flame of the cigarette on the railing of the balcony and then flicking the cigarette off carelessly the second later. Serena knew that the unknown woman did that to not make her feel uncomfortable with the smoke anymore. Serena appreciated that gesture well. At least she was considerate enough for her presence. "What is your name?"

Maryam, still on her school uniform, tugged on May's sweater as they passed a bookstore. "What is it now?" May asked. "Buy me that book." Maryam pointed at the yellow book sitting on the shelf just outside the bookstore. "Why?" May queried. "Isn't that Half of a Yellow Sun written by Chimamanda Adichie?" Iby asked. "I want it," Maryam whined. "Mtcheww. Leave me oh. I’m here to only buy oranges." May said, walking towards where the oranges were sold. Maryam began crying. Iby turned to her. "Are you seriously crying because you want your mom to buy you a book?"

The woman turned her face back to the book in her hand. "What are you reading?" asked Stev as he walked over. "Can't you read the cover?" replied the woman lazily. "Are you kidding? How can I read if your hand is blocking the title like that?" Bella sighed softly. The woman closed the book and gave it to Stev. The man raised an eyebrow as the white bound book was in his hand. [A thousand ways to be a designer.] "Ohh ...," said the man. He returned to give the book back to Bella.

⸻ Yet it contained no record of her. ⸻ 🌙 The Keeper The woman walked slowly between the shelves. ⸻ As she moved, books floated around her. ✨📖✨ ⸻ Each book opened briefly. ⸻ Showing fragments of countless lives. ⸻ A child learning to walk. A king losing a kingdom. A mother singing a lullaby. A lonely boy finding friendship. ⸻ Stories. ⸻ Nothing but stories. ⸻ Yet they felt more important than galaxies.

I thought about the six books. I thought about Arthur. She'll know that. I thought about a woman reading to feel less alone for twenty-nine years and the specific and worn spines of the books she had returned to and the receipt used as a bookmark and the full and attentive quality of a person who was genuinely inside a book, genuinely finding in it the thing she had gone looking for. I thought: she opened the first one. I thought: she is telling me she opened the first one. I thought: she is telling me she knows.