Little Dixie Library Novels & Stories

Izzy shouts. Bernice says “Don’t tell me we’re talking about…… “The public library” they both shout it out. “You know the motto gurl. Izzy hits Bernice. Say it with me, say it with me pleassssseeeee……pretty pleasssssseeeee” “In the library, we read and find handsome guys”. They recited. “Off we go”. Izzy makes the “Dora the explorer” jump down the last two stairs. As they went on their way, they talked about a lot of things about home, new fashion wears, school, Mom coming to surprise her precious daughter…… and gossip too.

A deep voice says as a door swings open. “Bring the car around.” Lorenzo orders. I can hear tons of people, some screaming with pain and some screaming out of pleasure, is this some kind of whore house. I want to peek but Lorenzo gently keeps my head in place. “Please Lilly-Ann don’t.” He whispers. I hear the clinging of chains and the sound of whips bruising skin, I smell the metallic smell of blood mixed with the expensive aroma of cigar smoke. “A cigar sir?” I hear a woman’s voice ask.

The spark was still there. I loved him, I love him. I wasn’t so wrong to have told him. I shouldn’t be afraid to show how I felt. And I could’ve just been a naive nineteen year old who didn’t even have the cordial knowledge of the word, Love. Or maybe I was the nineteen year old brave enough TO LOVE. And fate…Oh fate, I prayed for it to have mercy on me. On us. The sun had fully dimmed by the time we got up from the bench. Our little heart to heart had run us out of time. “We should get going” Lily whispered but something caught my eyes. It was the singular shop that was still open, bright with pink and green neon lights.

Neither of us blinked. "We keep the library," I whispered, my voice rough. Adrian's chest rose and fell fast. "Then we better make it impossible for him to destroy."

Encrypted messages sent from a public console—one that didn’t belong to any student. “Someone’s hiding in the system’s legacy mode,” Tobias said, amazed. “That mode was meant for pre-conversion backups. It shouldn’t even be active.” Carl leaned over his shoulder. “Can you trace the logins?” Tobias smirked. “Already did The trail led them to the East Wing—specifically, the disused library vaults below the main archives. Old paper books. No tech. A place forgotten by most of the school. Except for one student.