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Post by NOAH SAMUEL RADLEY on Apr 7, 2009 14:58:19 GMT -6
Noah hated to read but there was something about the library which attracted him. It was a perfect setting to film in, if only he could break into it and get rid of the CCTV and bring in his own cameras and equipment. The cast was easy to assemble, it didn’t take much work finding a few skets, and it was even easier to charm them. It was perhaps becoming too easy and boring. Young girls were not a challenge at all, they were something like trying to get a dog to play with a ball. It would be fun at first, the dog would go wild, but in the end it just got boring. He sighed as he sat upon the desk, surrounded by books from too many generations. Reading was for sissys, unless it was karma sutra. His brow creased accompanying his unironed shirt he was unsatisfied. Making an effort was only for cameras and Jensen, especially since his family had lost all respect for him that they once had. His mom would barely even talk to him, his brother didn’t feel the need to help him out anymore. Overall it just wasn’t too cool of a time and he was starting to feel it too. Regret. It was the worst feeling and he wasn’t sure what to do, whether to continue or just to stop but if he stopped everything that he’d sacrificed would just be for nothing and he’d lose everything. His job, reputation, friends, buddies they were all he had left. He could remember a couple of years ago when he was just new to everything, and when his brother photographed him when he didn’t have a model. Those were innocent times. The movies Noah made were just childish amateur ones about space ships and murderers returning from the dead, now it was full of kinky sex, porn, and bondage. He was way gone, and lost and he couldn’t find himself again. He had to continue.
Pulling himself up from the seat he decided to go on a small walk. The library had to offer more than books, maybe something like a light which would guide him down the right path. If that was even the path he wanted to go on anymore, lost and confused, yet it didn’t matter because time didn’t stop and wouldn’t hold or wait for him to make up his mind. The library was old, it had way too much knowledge invested in to it. It made you feel small, little, you were being suffocated by so many great minds, so many minds which had made an influential impact upon people, so much so to find themselves in a library perhaps even countries and centuries away from them. It made him feel small for being so unacademic, for being so alone and unhelpful.
Noah glanced at the people who sat reading, so involved in something so much bigger than themselves. Noah pitied them somewhat, casting a judgemental eye over. They weren’t living, they were just reading something and making their imaginations play. It wasn’t life. He heaved a sigh once more, it was all he could do, everything just felt heavy as he leaned against a table.
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Post by MICHELLE ABIGAIL SUMMERS on Apr 7, 2009 16:48:02 GMT -6
Even though this was not her usual hangout spot, it was not unusual to see Mrs. Michelle Summers in the library, reading. Her actual occupation was teaching, but she had always considered herself a learner. She was a learner and always had been. Most people could not understand her reasoning or logic behind her being a leaner and not really a teacher, but she understood it, and that was the only thing that mattered.
Michelle had been at the library for about an hour now, reading. She had been reading the same book for the past three visits, and she still had not finished it. It always took her three visits to read a book, regardless of what book it was. Three always seemed to be the lucky number for her.
As she finished reading the last page, Michelle closed the book and let a sigh escape her lips. The book had been a good one, gave her something to think about, and then stood to her feet. It was time to put this book back on the shelf and find another, and that was exactly what she did. So there she stood, between to shelves, looking for a book to read. She was just having a hard time trying to figure out what to read because all of the books looked so tempting. But one title in particular caught her eye. She actually had to take a second look. The Music of Sex. "What the hell…" she said to herself. That's what the title read. She sighed and shook her head. The titles people came up with.
Mrs. Summers continued to look for a book that might interest her. Her rough fingers ran gently across the spines of the books. She paused occasionally and pulled a book from the shelf, only to return it. She did this for several minutes and only continued to do it, simply because she could not find a book to read. She felt like acting like a child, like stomping her feet and whining. But she knew that she would only look like a three-year-old, like one of her grandchildren. She wasn't about to act any younger than she was….
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