Ralph Ellison Library Novels & Stories

Ellen asked, worried these might be Ella’s work friends. “It’s fine, don’t worry, Ellen,” Ella reassured her. She knew Michael wasn’t petty. Ellen cleaned Nina’s hands. “The kid ran so fast! In the blink of an eye, she was this far!” “Our Nina really is something!” Ella laughed, patting her cheek. “Ellen, let’s finish our meal!” … Ella later went to Elaris University’s library to borrow a few fashion design books. As she exited, she saw Mrs. Pratt standing by the door.

Ellie's POV: I rode my bicycle through the mundane hustle and bustle of the town, on my way to work… or as I like to call it, my one peaceful sanctuary that I immerse myself in to escape the boredom of my life. I pushed open the heavy wooden door that led into the town’s library. It had been one of the first places to have been built and has been around for generations with stacks and rows of books from floor to ceiling. It used to be wildly popular according to my mum, but most days I’m here, the only ones that seem to come in now are kids and teenagers that still attend school. They come to us to know more about our history, our land or poetry and for most girls…homemaking.