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Apr 10 2011

Let’s Create Our Own Story!

by Jimmy L

It’s National Library Week (April 10—16, 2011)!  First sponsored in 1958, National Library Week is a national observance sponsored by the American Library Association (ALA) and libraries across the country. It’s a time to celebrate libraries and librarians.

Libraries are places for new beginnings.  Whether you are getting your first library card, learning new computer skills or planning a trip, the library is the place where your story begins. So, this National Library Week the theme is Create your own story @ your library.

The Library has a lot of programs planned for you during this week.  Click here to see the full schedule.

But that’s not it! We at DCPL thought it would be fun to create our own story by writing one together. Here is the first line to get you started:

One day at the library, Rory was flipping through a book when out fell a tiny folded note.

Please continue the story by replying to this post!  Make sure you read the the comments first so you can continue the story where it last left off.

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Effie C. April 11, 2011 at 4:49 PM

One day at the library, Rory was flipping through a book when out fell a tiny folded note.

His curiosity was immediately piqued. He opened the note, which he described as having the scent of a mixture of magnolias and mint. The ink was faded and the paper was old parchment. He began to read the note softly to himself.

janit annit April 11, 2011 at 7:51 PM

As Rory read the note, a distant chime of bells tingled just at the edge of his awareness and a stir of air swirled softly around him. The message was nearly illegible, but he was able to discern that it was a cry for help. As he tried to grasp the meaning of the message, the letters began to fade and disappear as they were exposed to the light.

Baby Loves Books April 11, 2011 at 8:27 PM

‘Dear library patron,
If you’re reading this,’ the note began,’ let me assure you, it is not by mere chance.’ Rory’s pulse quickened. ‘You have been chosen by the invisible Library Spirit Pustaka to continue an important and top secret annual tradition. Only one person enjoys this privilege and is chosen to shoulder this important responsibility each year. As this year’s chosen one, your task is..’

Candace April 11, 2011 at 8:36 PM

“Achilles swift and Odysseus clever,
Nevertheless, the girl said, ‘Never.’
So the schoolboy, bright and quick,
Seeing she was a little thick,
Explained that what she meant was, ‘Ever.'”

Sondra April 12, 2011 at 1:13 AM

Rory borrowed a lot of books, and he knew that people often used unusual items as bookmarks. He had previously found lodged within books a photograph of what appeared to be a costume party, a prescription for birth control pills, and a boarding pass for a flight to Lima, Peru, (although he couldn’t image why anyone would take a library book overseas!) He had never been all that interested before, but what he read now produced a sensation that began about two inches above the top of his head and traveled all the way down, through the soles of his feet, into the slightly musty carpet below.

Kate April 12, 2011 at 2:12 AM

The writing was unusual. The words seemed to be some strange language Rory had never seen nor heard before. The writing was extremely confusing and hard to make out because of how faded and old it was. He squinted at it, and read the words aloud to himself:
“Slušajte moje riječi magije. Priča, neka vaš će se moje volje. Neka svoju moć biti moja snaga. Neka vaša priča biti moja priča. Da kao što sam vam zapovijedam.” Even as he said the final words, Rory could feel a change in the air around him. The very air had become more attentive somehow. He could feel little threads of willpower woven through the air, around him, around the book and the note. And they were moving.
*Magic.* The thought swept through his mind as a whisper. Rory felt things changing, felt the threads constrict and expand.

Jimmy L April 12, 2011 at 10:58 AM

Hi, this is Jimmy from the Library here. How interesting, looks like we have some parallel worlds going on here, which is mostly my fault because the comments were held in moderation, so people couldn’t see the latest additions to the story.

I have temporarily turned off comments moderation so that this won’t happen again. The next person who posts can choose any of the above scenarios to continue the story! Lucky you.

Nasir H April 12, 2011 at 12:59 PM

As he moved away from the light, he began to read about Neha and her journey to find a home. Her story begins in a small town in Covington, Georgia. She was a sweet little girl born on April 6. Since birth, she has spent most of short life in America’s foster care system, always hoping that one day her biological parents would come for her. The letters begin with her dislikes, likes and experience living in various foster homes. Through her experiences, the notes describe a scared little girl who hopes to be loved one day.

Effie C. April 14, 2011 at 5:10 PM

Once again, *Magic,* was the thought that swept through his mind as a whisper, over and over again. “Strange,” thought Rory. He shoved the note back into the book and headed towards the circulation desk to check out the book. He approached the desk and was greeted with a smile and a familiar face he recognized as the children’s librarian. She actually remembered Rory after all these years. After the exchange of a few pleasantries, she scanned the library card, gazed at the book and sighed, “Ah…. you should enjoy this book. It’s a classic.” “Really?” replied Rory. Yes, let me know what happens,” she instructed. Surprised, Rory asked, “Haven’t you read it?” Oh, I’ve read it, actually, many times. Be sure to let me know what happens!” she responded. She handed the book and due date reminder to Rory and as he exited the library she echoed, “Remember to come back to tell me what happens, Rory!” Rory found her reminder odd. Their entire exchange after she viewed the book was weird. Anyway he attributed it to a long day. He threw the book into the passenger seat and began to turn the ignition when he noticed the note he found on the floor board. He picked it up and had the urge to open it. He opened it and in the light of the afternoon sun he noticed something new. Something he didn’t see before.

Trupti April 22, 2011 at 10:43 PM

Scrawled in tiny, neat letters was a number. It appeared to be a library book’s number, possibly a non-fiction book? Just as he was deciding either to pursue this interest, or discard the note, a certain flash back of the librarian telling him to return came to mind. Since it was still mid- after noon, he hurried back to the library and started searching through the numerous non-fiction isles until he found the number: 272.45. Out of all the books, it had to be this one…

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