My Learning Library Novels & Stories

Lila seemed to feel it too. “Not here,” she said. “Lila—” “Not here.” There was something in the way she said it that made me stop. Not fear. Memory. She adjusted her backpack and stepped backward, toward the side path that curved around the building. “There’s a library two blocks from here,” she said. “It has study rooms in the back. If you actually want to know what I know, meet me there in ten minutes.” Jaxon’s expression hardened. “Absolutely not.”

Some piece of papers would fly from their angle to Regina (not intentionally though), and then you would hear giggling and laughter among this peers. Regina stood with rage and walked toward this group, she banged the table with a huge text book that caught the attention of these people, “I understand that most of us do not understand the meaning of studying, and actually, I don’t give a fuck. But just a reminder, this is a library that is meant for reading, and we all have exams around the corner. So it’s either you do well for yourselves and study, or you take these noise out to your hostels and write rubbish to your lecturers”.

"Mom said I needed to learn what you learned. To understand what you understood." But knowledge about what? The library contained thousands of books. I could spend years reading them all, and I didn't have years. I barely had days. Think, Jessie. What would Mom have wanted you to know specifically? Stephanie Morgan. The threat she posed. That had to be it. I moved along the shelves, scanning titles. Most were in English, but some were in languages I didn't recognize. Latin, maybe? Greek? Some looked even older, the letters formed in ways that seemed impossible for human hands.

The library was dimly lit, the soft glow of desk lamps casting warm pools of light across the rows of bookshelves. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and ink, a comforting aroma that wrapped around Charlie, Liam, Maya, and Ethan as they settled into their usual study nook as they prepared for their upcoming mid term exams. The four friends had claimed a large wooden table in the corner, surrounded by towering shelves filled with ancient tomes and modern textbooks alike.

For the first time, I understood the meaning of ‘Jesus Loves’. “This is a library of mind. By simply reflecting on a topic, all knowledge of that topic will come to you, including the visuals,” his words reached me from another realm, “Here, in this vast storehouse of knowledge, you can learn about anybody in history and know everything that is important and relevant to you. There aren’t any books; neither is there any need for memorization.” I felt the release of his hands, and looked around the psychic library. I didn’t want to leave and looked at him imploringly.

Residual horror movie, or terrified of assassins coming into your house. I was getting angry so I decided to stop the letter abruptly and take a shower, get my stuff together, and take a cab back to campus. You have made these last few weeks special for me, and I will treasure the good memories. The lesson. The firsts. I will miss you, but please let me go. Always, Iris.

"Each one is equipped with the latest training equipment and staffed by some of the best instructors in the country." They passed by the library, a massive room filled with rows upon rows of ancient tomes and scrolls. The smell of old parchment and leather filled the air. "The library is open to all students," Master Eamon explained. "It's a treasure trove of knowledge, so make good use of it."

“Ugh, I have Calculus right now. You’re so lucky you have a study hall. See you at lunch?” I nod my head and watch with amusement as she rushes off. Going to study hall is the best part of my day. Since I am so busy with clubs, I use this time to get my homework done. I love the school library. Our librarian, Mrs. G, has made it comfortable. There are laptop counters, a cell charging station, and a headphones section. Instead of hard chairs, she has futons and bean bag chairs. My favorite spot is in a quiet corner near the shelves. There’s a little chaise that I love to lay on. No one bothers me there, and I can get lost in my own world.

*LYCIA* “I give up! I can’t do this anymore,” I huffed looking at Reemus with a pleading look to grant me a break. “Well you aren’t completely hopeless like I thought. You are a fast learner be it etiquettes or learning about the politics and history but there is a lot that you still have to learn about before you could even cover one tenth of the lesson plan I have prepared for you,” he said pointing at the stacks of books and manuscripts kept on a side table in the study room that had been prepared for me.

We waited for quite a long time and finally when it was our turn, we were given floor, room and seat numbers and Monica actually paid. Wow… it wasn’t even a public library. We took the elevators to our designated floor and I couldn’t help wondering at how magnificent the place was. “Are you sure this is a library?” I asked, looking around at the way the elevator was carefully decorated. “Of course, it is. It’s a library designed for rich kids. There are separate floors for tutors who excel in all courses, there are tutors who specialize in exams. They give sample questions based on their experience and they also have the educational counselors, you go to them for counseling on your course, t