in the afternoon
the trio of princesses
zips down the hill
skips across the cobblestones
to the village library
Why all the excitement?
The Harry Potter book club
Every princess knows
to the secrets of wizardry
hidden in books
Roberta Beach Jacobson is a humorist from Iowa.
Gus believes the strangest tales, including one that terrifies him—indeed, it’s his motive for never reading—about a pale, shroud-like thing that creeps behind you as you’re distracted, nose in a book, and which, being a courteous psychopath, waits for you to finish your sentence before it kills you.
Graham Robert Scott teaches writing at a university in north Texas. His stories have appeared in Barrelhouse Online, Nature, and 50-Word Stories. See more at hemicyon.wordpress.com.
Philip sought a good book to live in.
He’d tilted at windmills with Quixote, rafted rivers with Huck, and fished with the old man in the sea.
Finally he decided to make a permanent home. With eyes closed, he chose the first book he touched and entered.
“In the beginning…”
Alison just loves a good book, or a short story for that matter.
The librarian read with vitality. She glanced at her audience of preschoolers and noticed wide-eyed horror. Confused, the librarian continued to read her best.
She startled as scaly fingers covered her own. The monster crawled out the book and purred against her.
She kept reading as long as she could.
Tyrean Martinson (pronounced T + Irene) is a writer, daydreamer, teacher, student, and believer from the rainy side of Washington state. She writes fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and eclectic journal entries. She prefers speculative fiction, but now and then she writes contemporary or historical. She winces when writing kissing scenes, but has no problem writing sword fighting scenes. She believes “write what you know” includes “write what you can imagine.” She has fiction and non-fiction books found all places e-books are sold and she can be found online at tyreanswritingspot.blogspot.com.
In a village just outside Llandudno, I went up to the owner of a bookshop, me a young lad, and declared how much I’d love his job.
He looked at me first in scorn, then in pitiable sadness, his face crinkled like the edges of one of his browning paperbacks.
Harris Coverley lives in Manchester, England, where he works as a teaching assistant. He has had short fiction published in Disclaimer Magazine, Microfiction Monday Magazine, The Drabble, and 50-Word Stories.
I read just one novel, the Great American one. I don’t recall what it said. I didn’t read it for its words. I read it for its intentions, its wonders, its accidents and daydreams. I read it slow and neat and kind, and when it was over, I wrote voraciously.
Robert Hoekman Jr is a writer and the cohost of Spillers, downtown Phoenix’s premier short fiction storytelling event. Learn more about him at rhjr.net
Calm and quiet, he listened. Made me believe I had something important to say, even as a child.
His hand warm on mine, he gave me a book. “Read this. Tell me what you think.”
I have yet to read it, and now it’s too late. My father is dead.
Madelaine Wong teaches creative writing at The Alexandra Writers Centre in Calgary, Alberta. She won Freefall Magazine’s Chapbook contest in 2010. She has stories published in Dark Gothic Resurrected, Mused, Toska Magazine and in Shy, an Anthology. She is also the co-author of Cradling the Past, a Biography of Margaret Shaw.
See more at madelainewong.com.
Crack the spin,
Turn the page,
Make the words dance rhythmic rhymes around you.
Escape to a world so bizarre,
Let your imagination start to wonder.
Turn the last page,
Shut the book,
Cease to live,
Let it pull you in,
For you can only escape so long.
Anoushe is from Chicago, IL. She likes to write in her spare time and aspires to be in the FBI. Anoushe is a first year student at Drake University, studying Law/Politics, Psychology, and Arabic. Her hobbies include watching Criminal Minds, playing with her cats, and attending comic conventions and concerts.