Sunshine Bookstore Novels & Stories

In this house, she lived like a high-end housekeeper. As for me, I barely left my room except to eat. I cleaned out the storage room until it was spotless. Even though it was still packed with old furniture, the sunlight there was perfect. I often dragged a chair to the window and sat there for hours, basking in the sun, like an old man waiting for the end. Sometimes Jonathan would pass by my door. When he saw me sitting in the sunlight, he would pause for a moment, but he never said anything.

Lila locked up the cash register and checked her watch. It was almost closing time, and the bookstore was winding down from a busy day. The setting sun cast long shadows through the shop's front windows, bathing the shelves in a warm, golden glow. Marcus was in the back, sorting through the day’s receipts and preparing for the next morning’s inventory. Lila grabbed her coat, gave Marcus a wave, and stepped outside into the crisp evening air.

As they entered, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, followed by a section offering meals. The space inside featured book displays, a reading area, a lounge area, and a selection of creative products for sale. What caught Mindy's attention most was a promotional wall near the entrance displaying a poster of the book "Seven Days". There were bold words like "Best-seller", "Popular", and "In Demand" plastered all around it. Inside the reading section, "Seven Days" occupied the prime spot on the central book display. Most of the readers in that area were holding copies of it.

And for once, Isla didn't feel like she needed to rush to get ahead of her emotions. She was in her bookstore again today. The scent of old paper and cinnamon coffee greeted her, and sunlight streamed through the windows, casting golden squares on the wooden floor. Customers browsed idly through the shelves, and her helper, Margo, waved as Isla entered. "Morning, boss. You look. glowy," Margo teased. Isla smiled, her cheeks going pink. "It's the weather." "Okay, let's pretend it's not the sexy billionaire who stopped in last week to stock the poetry section with signed first editions of Neruda."

— I would stay to live here. The muted yellowish light emanating from numerous pendant lamps and floor lamps near the benches facing the shelves, both on the first and second floors, created a special atmosphere in the store. “As you can see, this is primarily a bookstore, but with a small cafe and a limited assortment of art supplies,” Yuna shook her head towards the corner with a glass display case and a free-standing double-door cabinet. — There is the bare minimum: some paints, pencils, crayons and brushes. The paper, by the way, sucks, but I will soon take up this business as soon as profit allows.

She smiles, and I nod, as w esay bye, and I end the call. ___________ I walk into the bookshop, I'm wearing a blue sundress, my hair is plaited into a bun, glasses perched on my nose, and a nude bag. I stare round the bookshop, It's aesthetic, giving p*******t-y vibe, I smile, loving the decor, and the music playing softly, I recognize it as one of Halsey's masterpiece - Clementine. "Hello." I smile at the woman behind the counter, I look at the book she's reading, and I smile in approval.

They had always been able to maintain the innocence of their bond, but it was couples like Asha and Young that added a little kindling and a lot of reminders as to why those moments were so important. As Young stacked the mountain of books on the counter, the older woman rang them up while the man gently bagged them in their custom tote bags. Young was surprised to find that the actual name of the shop was ‘Book Haven.’ It came extremely close to Asha’s description of ‘book nook.’ “Find everything alright?” she asked. Young paused his unloading to watch Asha’s face light up like the sky on 4th of July. “Yes! It was so hard for me to pick just a few,” she excitedly relayed.

We arrive to a very pretty coffee shop named Beehive, with an even bigger bookstore next to it. "Wait! This is Dean's bookstore," I gasp when my two functioning brain cells finally connect. Madison nods and takes a seat at one of the little tables outside, "Wait, wait, let me take a look." I walk to the bookstore and look in wonder, it's even bigger and fancier than he described. I don't walk into the bookstore, I just look from the outside like a creep. I can see big posters of a Tundra Magazine, one of them is a huge poster of my mom looking like a goodess, with her blonde hair blowing and her white gown looking like it was painted onto her body.

I shifted my eyes away from him as I started processing the payment. “Thirteen dollars,” I said, putting in the books in a brown paper bag. Materials here were a lot cheaper since the books are mostly second hand. But still, it’s not appealing enough for the community. People here value practicality rather than education. So having a packed bookstore in broad daylight is such a rare sight to see. All thanks to Florian. The customers decreased when lunch time approached. I usually eat a take-out from the eatery across the street. Their meals are cheap but superb. I couldn’t close the shop for a lunch break so I bring the food here at the till to continue my work.

I pushed his shoulder playfully. ‘Oh please, you slept there once I think’. Finishing up our meal we carefully packed up the leftover food into the bag. Sasha took my hand in his and we made our way down the busy street. I looked all around me as we walked trying to figure out where he was bringing me when he stopped in front of an old bookshop. Pointing up to a beige sign above a green storefront that read ‘Shakespeare and Company’. I excitedly asked Sasha to take my photo in front of the store so that I could immediately upload it to my facebook page. I browsed the thousands of books upon the shelves losing track of time and of Sasha. I browsed the same aisles several times seeing new book