The door opened and closed. Through it walked the tall, earthy blond. She carried a simple bag, full of all the supplies she needed for the day.
The library was silent, as always. The row of computers waited for people. The shelves of bookcases waited for browsing.
The books themselves, they waited for someone to read them. Some were old with wear, some looked as if they were just added today, but all waited paitently.
The blond sat at a far computer, setting her bag by her side, and started her work. She did this whenever she could. Studied. All the time studying. Not that she had to, but she rarely knew what else to do. Stud
Ok, so I know I said you should be reading another story of mine, The Story, but I stopped writing that because it sucked and started writing The Land, http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1994391
On fiction press i've been posting a story i've been writing. so, i'd like you to go read it. fictionpress.com/~samecool11 is where to go, The Story is what you read. please review, if that's the thing you like to do. thanks.