Post by JACOB FRAISER on Aug 15, 2012 11:47:28 GMT -5
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| [STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -25px; float: right; width: 150px; background-color: #17181D; height: 200px;] [STYLE=background: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4sjqsHO071ruwmuho1_100.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #3A332D; opacity: 0.7;] [/style] [/style][STYLE=margin: 10px; font: 10px verdana; text-align: justify; color: #aaaaaa; letter-spacing: -1px;]It was a dark, quiet evening in the library. Jacob was alone, as predicted, surrounded by books. He sat calmly in a red velvet chair, a heavy book sprawled open on his lap. To his right were all the books he had read, while to his left were the ones yet to come. Looking over the piles, it was easy to see that most of the books were poetry. Being his favorite subject of all, poetry always tended to be the majority of his books. He was currently enjoying a thick book stock full of Edgar Allen Poe poems. All so strange, creative, and dark. He loved it.[STYLE=padding: 0px 10px; color: #3A332D; font: 10px verdana; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify; height: 50px; overflow: auto; font-weight: bold;]I HAVE WRITTEN 324 WORDS FOR Anyone who posts here.[/style] Only by the soft, muted candle next to the armchair was Jacob able to read into the night. Most of the students and teachers were well on their way to bed, but the librarian allowed Jacob to stay as long as he pleased. She had never seen a child who loved books and poetry so much. Minutes passed, and the pattering rain ceased splashing against the window. The clouds cleared, reveling a beautiful after-storm moon. The light spilled in through the windows, casting long shadows against the book piles and Jacob's back. Everything was quiet and soothing. But it didn't last long. The creaking sound of the library doors caught Jacob's attention, but he didn't look up. Whoever it was, they wouldn't care about him. Nobody did. He was okay with that, but once in a while he longed for the company of a friend. To know somebody who cared and understood him. It probably wasn't going to happen any time soon. At this thought, Jacob picked up the current book he was reading and held it up in front of his face. He didn't want to see who it was. His fingers started playing with his tussled black hair as he listened to the footsteps echo closer.[/style] |
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