The Dusty Bookshelf Novels & Stories

10: Blue-eyed Bat “Where can I have it?” Dawn asked Seta, and she pointed out one corner of the room, that have a zip code design five tier tall corner shelf There are pile of antique books, neatly place in there but the book covers are almost rotten. “You can see the book you are looking in that shelf. Just look for it.” Seta once again point the shelf and Dawn nodded as a response.

Dust particles danced in the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains, creating an ethereal ambiance. Eying a specific shelf covered in a thin layer of dust, Joseph couldn't resist the allure of exploration. His fingers traced the spines of neglected books, each one a silent witness to the passage of years. With a gentle pull, Joseph selected a dusty tome, feeling the weight of its untold stories in his hands.

Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.

The shelves, which were works of art, crafted from rich mahogany with their surfaces polished to a gleaming shine, were reaching towards the high ceiling that seemed endless in a beautiful arrangement. Ethan suddenly seemed interested in searching for some books that he didn't even know where they were, as Jesse watched him from where he was standing without saying a word. He had offered to help the suddenly curious billionaire find what he was looking for, but he politely rejected the offer and continued to look through the unending lists of books.

Mare was among these ones. Without knowing it, she took a step toward the shelves and stepped behind one of them. The books on the shelf were leather-bound. Black, red, blue, and gray dyed leather books lined the shelf. Captivated by the sight of them she reached out to pick one closest to her. As she opened it the musty smell lifted off the pages into her nose and she buried her face into the page to inhale. The dust caught in her nostrils. Suddenly she sneezed.

They weren't joking when they said they'll have a word with my boss about my working hours. Instead of dying from embarrassment, I headed toward the book section, I could read while they aren't here. It's probably the last time I'll set foot in this place, my boss is one mean lady, she'll fire me for sure. Looking around the shop was fairly packed today, we weren't extremely busy, but not empty either. I was trying to catch a book from the top shelf, while keeping my short skirt down. I really should ask mommy for longer skirt, even with the high knee socks keeping me warm, I still was at risk of diaper flashing.

"Stay alert." He warned. Everyone instinctively spread out, though not far enough to lose sight of one another. The library was very large, rows upon rows of towering bookshelves stretched into the darkness, packed with ancient leather-bound books whose spines had long since faded. Some of the books on the shelves had been there for ages, the old books were already falling apart with dust all over it. It smelled of old parchment, candle wax and damp stone. Zara ran her fingers lightly across one of the shelves. "No dust."

It was the kind of dust that suggested the shelves hadn't been touched in a long time, that their previous occupant had simply walked away, leaving their mark behind. Her hand moved across the shelf, sweeping and dusting it. With each swipe, she uncovered more dust, more layers of a life that had been left behind. It was strange, the way the dust seemed to hold onto things, refusing to let go. Then, with a soft, dry scratching sound, her fingers brushed against something solid at the very back of the shelf. A book.

Cobwebs hung along the walls and the shelves that still had a few dirty old books. I watched as Liam searched through the dirty books, coughing at intervals as dust flew into his face. “You should be careful with that. It's dangerous.” “It's nothing…” His words were swallowed by another round of coughing as he finally picked out a book. “I found it.” His face was covered in the dust by the time he'd turned to face me, a dusty book in his grip. I scoffed. “What's so important about that…” My voice trailed off, and lips parted the moment I saw the book's cover.