The Library Book Project – 23 August 2013

Obviously, this stamp was the date on which I was meant to return the book by. Don’t worry, I don’t still have it! I returned it a couple of weeks ago, but I was reluctant to hand it over without even trying to let someone know why this particular book was kind of special (to me, at least). So, I wrote a note explaining what I had done, and tucked it inside the plastic cover. ImageThe likelihood is that one of the library workers noticed it when checking it back in, thought, “Who is this crazy person?” and threw it away. But, I like to think that maybe the next person to pick it up will take out the note, read it, and think, “Oh, that’s kind of cool.” And then they will take it home and be part of this exclusive club of people who borrowed this exact book, and who will probably never meet each other.

I’ll be honest, I didn’t actually count how many stamps there were before starting this project. I just thought it didn’t look like a lot, and that it would be over with quite quickly. It turned out to be a bit more work than I imagined, but it was definitely worth it. I really enjoyed thinking about the different kinds of people who might have picked this book up, and what their problems might be.

I guess I did project a lot of my own reasons for going to the library onto the characters. My housemates were/are busy working most of the time, I had just finished NaNoWriMo, my friends from uni are back in their home countries. I still had another two months to go before going back to uni. I felt a bit lonely and purposeless. The library was just somewhere to go, a reason to get out of the house.

I’d really love to know what you thought overall of the project, so please comment, get in touch, something like that. You can find all twenty stories by clicking “The Library Book.” in the Categories list to the left of this page, or alternatively, you can go to the intro page and look through the pingbacks in the comments section.

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Alastair’s Photo Fiction – The Master

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Copyright – Alastair Forbes

This prompt is from Alastair’s Photo Fiction Blog.

The master raised his arms to the sky, his features declaring rapture.

 “We worship you, glorious god, Biher! Please bring us goodness! Bring us good weather!”

The master began to bow down before the wooden statue and followers did the same.

  “…Biher is a stupid name.” one of the followers muttered.

  “How dare you utter such blasphemy!” The master pointed down at the follower. “You’ll be exiled! You’ll be cursed with a thousand curses!”

  “It’s not even the real thing. It’s just a stupid souvenir mum got from Hawaii!” the follower cried.

  “You’ll be cursed with a million curses!”

  “This is stupid game!” The follower got up from the ground, brushing grass off her cotton sundress.

  “It’s not a game! You will really be cursed! You’ll be ugly forever and ever like you are now!” the master sniggered.

   “I hate you!”

   “I hate you more!”

   “I hate you the mostest!”