Rotating Bookshelf Tower Novels & Stories

Behind them, the shadow of the descending iron period slammed down over the circle of bookshelves crushing three thousand volumes into a silent spray of black paper ash and silver dust. Elara did not wait. She sprinted toward the wooden pillar, her bare feet slipping through the deep pile of the Persian rug. The column wasn't solid wood. As she drew closer, she realized the massive pillar was constructed out of millions of layers of old compressed newsprint. Sheets of ancient yellowed text wound around a central core of solid, rotating iron gears. "How do we break it?" Elara demanded, her hand slamming against the paper-layered surface of the column. "Use the exception!" Julian shouted, thro

The difference is that Ben's unit adds a mezzanine aka an additional floor using half the height of the room for a bed without a bed so that the main floor has additional space. The most amazing thing for Maureen was the bookshelves made of wooden pallets painted the same color as the walls. White. The books were arranged as if they were floating when viewed from a distance. "Six days a week, you're just doing work and you go to the office almost every day sleepy. When will you have friends?" Again, Ben continued to tease her. The boxes that were brought in gave a thumping effect when placed on the surface of the round table in the center of the room. With no chairs or sofas in sight, Ben's

Soon I had begun to take every book off the shelf, shaking the pages, just in case, it was in there. An hour passed and I was almost done with the entire bookshelf, but no sign of the damn card. Where the fuck was it? Another few books and I was on the last one, but that card was nowhere to be found. Did it maybe slip under? I placed another book down before looking at the shelf. It was large, made of solid oak. You could see that the bottom shelf was at least five inches off the ground but there was no panel I could take off. Slowly I tried to move the shelf, cursing when I realised it was bolted to the wall.

A bookshelf stacked with all kinds of books. "Do you like it?"

A staircase wrapped curved around the length of the room, going up, up, up, with no clear end in sight. Texts both old and new soared through the air on all levels of the library. Some flapped their pages like wings, while others glided on a phantom breeze. A pair of books that appeared to be part of the same series collided with one another. The first then proceeded to chase the second further up the tower before vanishing on the fourth level. Azrael gracefully plopped down on an antique leather sofa and gestured at a group of wooden tables just a few feet away. “Help yourself. Should you need something specific just ask the mansion.”

Pulling the dust covering away from his latest creation, he tossed the cloth to the floor. In front of him stood a large bookshelf. It was about nine feet tall and six feet wide. It had six shelves on it, divided in the middle as it was two different bookcases. He had made it into two pieces to male it easier to transport, but they attached together and formed one large bookshelf. It was dark wood and it had ornate hand carved modling around the frame.

She was glancing around the room, trying to distract herself while she waited on her mom to catch up. The room she was in was a massive building with high ceilings. Thousands of 6 feel tall wooded shelves were standing upright and in rows and columns like a well-trained army. Each shelf held one giant ancient-looking book that was over 6ft tall. In front of each shelf was a small table that ran 6ft long and held 4 tables. Each table had a mechanism that could turn the pages of the book remotely from their seat, mages no longer had to get up from their seat or hire someone to turn pages for them.

Why am I trembling? He took me to his office after breakfast. It was surrounded by tall shelves made of fine dark wood. The carpet was thick and soft and the city lights flowed over the floors. Without taking his eyes off mine, he pressed a button and the bookshelf rotated round and round and then just opened up. Behind it was a door. He pressed another button and the door clicked open. He stepped in, and I immediately mirrored his actions. I didn't need to be told. In the dim light, all I could see was a normal room with a king's side bed and drawers. Why did he have a room at the back of his bookshelf?

she voiced and I shrugged my shoulders, not looking so convinced. Holding the handles of the doors, I jiggled them and pushed them open with a gentle yet purposeful motion, revealing a sight that took her breath away. The room before us was a bibliophile’s paradise. Or as I like to call it, my book heaven. Towering bookshelves adorned the walls from floor to ceiling, filled with books of various sizes, colours, and ages.

Then I realized that the floor space an inch away from the shelf was also part of the shelf, so it always turns with it. I was now stuck with the other side of the shelf from the secret library in the main library. Stepping closer to the shelf, I realized that the book I pushed was still intact. Not understanding any of these things, I pushed the book in spinning together with the shelf into the secret library. I began to explore and search the library not really knowing what I was searching for but just continued looking around. There were books on various things, of various sizes. On one of the shelves, there was a book that looked like it was hand written. Realizing that I wouldn't be abl