Little Lost Library

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Little Lost Library

Little Lost Library

Hello Everybuggy! This is sort of a role play type of story. It's inspired by "Daydreams Cafe" by Miss Plum, which I absolutely loved, and the CBers' response to the "Daydreams Cafe." Enjoy! 

 You look around at the mysterious mist surrounding you. You have no idea where you are, and you're sure you were in the Chatterbox just a moment ago. You decide the best option would be to walk forward and hopefully find something or someone you recognize. 

 After walking for what feels like forever, you see a figure in the mist. Racing forward in hopes this person can tell you where in the world you are, you smile. Finally, someone else. When you get close enough to the figure to see it, you are slightly disappointed that you don't recognize this person at all. Her hair is blond, and her eyes are blueish- purple. An owl flutters in ther air next to her. She smiles at you. "Hello," she says. "I'm Periwinkle." "Periwinkle?" You repeat. "That's a cool name." Her smile widens. "Thank you, my friend!" You remember your mission to find out where you are. "Can you please help me? I need to know where I am!" Periwinkle looks at you with a twinkle in her eyes. "You are standing outside of The Little Lost Library," she answers, pointing to the tall brick building next to you. "Oh." You say. For a moment of two, there is a silence between the two of you. "Well, aren't you going inside, then?" Periwinkle asks. You are curious about what is inside, but still hesitate. "Will you come with me?" You ask. Periwinkle smiles sadly. "I cannot, my friend. But you will recognize some people inside. Best of luck!" You walk inside before you can chicken out. Inside, you are surrounded by giant bookshelves filled with books. Each bookshelf has a bronze ladder leaned against it. You grab a book and sit down at a table, with a few friends you recognize...  

So, Everybuggy, what is your book about and who are you sitting near? Have fun and thanks to Miss Plum for inspiring me.  

submitted by Periwinkle , The Little Lost Library
(January 14, 2021 - 5:29 pm)

Mist swirls around my ankles, and Periwinkle disappears into the fog.

I look around. 

In front of me are two huge doors, made of oak wood with large golden doorknobs I step up to them, mist brushing against my arms, and pull on the gold latch.

Inside is the biggest library I've ever seen - it's like one from a movie. Bookshelves tower from the floor to the high vault ceilings, with rolling bronze ladders attached to each one. I squeal in delight.

"I've always wanted to try one of these!" I say to myself as I climb onto the ladder, push off, and roll along the shelves. 

The ladder rolls along and I take in the sight of this massive library, feeling like a main character. There are so, so many books in here that I don't know where to start. The ladder slowly rolls to a stop, and in front of me is the book The Girl Who Drank the Moon.

"Thank you, Library," I say. It feels as if the library knows me, and put this book in front of me for a reason. I glance around and wonder where to sit when I realize that a loft runs along the ceiling of the library - but I don't see a designated way up.

After thinking for a minute, I decide what to do. I tuck my book under my arm, climb up the rest of the ladder, and pull myself up on top of the shelf. 

The shelvs are wide enough for a person to lie down horizontally on, so I'm not afraid. I walk across the shelf and stop at the corner of the library, where I notice a little ladder leading up to the loft. I climb up.

Up here are lots of bean bags, more shelves, and a few cats walking around. It appears that I am alone in the library, so I sit down on a bean bag, opening my book, and wait for more people to come in.  

submitted by Majestic Mary, age 1 eternity, The Little Lost Library
(January 15, 2021 - 4:03 pm)


submitted by Top
(January 16, 2021 - 11:31 am)

Periwinkle's owl flutters up to the loft and hovers next to you, dropping a piece of paper into your lap, then leaving, disappearing as easily as Periwinkle did into the mist. The piece of paper has words written on the paper. The letters somehow manage to look neat and rushed at the same time, as though the person who wrote them was in a hurry, but valued good handwriting. 

The letter says:
Thank you for visiting our library and adding detail to it. The shelves are endless in unexplainable ways, so we always appreciate it when somewhen is willing to add details to their visit. We notice you've been able to reach the loft, along with all of our cats. We're happy you were able to, most people have trouble reaching it. Enjoy your book, reader.       
The Dreamers at The Little Lost Library  
submitted by Periwinkle
(January 19, 2021 - 6:42 pm)

I liked the girl who drank the moon too!

submitted by Starshine, age 11.64, NY but not NYC
(January 27, 2021 - 4:10 pm)

I walk up to the large oak doors of the Little Lost Library. I push open the doors and recoil in surprise when they let out a loud groan from lack of use. Once realizing there is no threat, I squeeze past the doors and enter the library. The Little Lost Library is huge with more books than anyone could ever read in a lifetime. The floor and tall bookshelves are covered in a thick layer of dust. It looks like no one has entered the library in over a century. Then I notice a trail of footprints going in, but not coming out. They look fresh. Someone must still be here. 

"Hello?" I call, but the library is so vast, I doubt anyone would hear me. I am about to leave when a shimmering something catches my eye. I turn back around and walk toward whatever it is that I saw. Upon nearing, I realize that I spotted shiny gold foil embedded in the cover of a book. Grimm's Fairy Tales

"You know me too well," I smile. It is unclear who I am talking to. It could be the mysterious Periwinkle, who I met in the woods, but it is more likely the Little Lost Library itself. Holding the thick book under one arm, I walk towards a squishy navy blue armchair in front of a cozy fire. I settle down, lick my finger, and turn the page.

submitted by pangolin, age she/her, The Little Lost Library
(January 19, 2021 - 2:00 pm)

Periwinkle's owl is suddenly hovering next to you. She drops a small piece of paper, which lands on the page you are reading. This letter has very different handwriting from another letter the owl delivered recently. The words on it are big, written in purple ink. 

This is what the letter says: 
Hello, reader. Welcome to our library. We do not have many visitors these days, much to the disappointment of some fellow Dreamers. You have picked an interesting looking book from our endless shelves. We hope you enjoy it. 
  -A Dreamer 
submitted by Periwinkle
(January 19, 2021 - 7:22 pm)

Owls of various species, such as barn owls and snowy owls, fly around with a new announcement. They deliver them to the two visitors of the library. Both announcements say the same thing in neat, black ink. 

Hello, readers and Dreamers. I am happy that you are visiting my library, which is usually vacant, other than the always-working staff. I have a few announcements to make. Ask the owls, or, for the reader in the loft, my cats, if you have any questions. Simply right down your question using our quills, our ink, and, of course, our paper, all of which are always nearby when you need them. After you've written your questions, hand the paper to them. They'll know what to do. 

Periwinkle has returned from her journey! Unfortunately, she has decided to retire from her job as a Dreamer. Feel free to come back and read a story from one of our endless shelves anytime, Periwinkle!
New Dreamers recruited. Welcome to the team, Dreamers! 
Last but certainly not least...
River is back from the Forest of Memories! We missed you, River! 
Thank you, everyone. Happy new year, let's hope this one brings in many new readers. 
The Librarian  
submitted by Periwinkle, The Little Lost Library
(January 19, 2021 - 7:44 pm)

The barn owl drops the piece of parchment on my lap and I read the announcement. "Dreamer?" I whisper. The owl cocks their head at me. I grab a note card made from brown paper from the small, circular pine table next to the armchair I'm sitting in. I dip the quill into the inkwell [oh now I know why Inkwell is called that] and start writing. 

I really like your library. What is a Dreamer? -pangolin 

I sign my name in messy cursive and re-read the message. It's an awkward note, especially since I've never met the Librarian before, but it will have to do. I hand the note to the owl, who puts the letter in their beak. The owl stretches out their wings and takes off, gliding soundlessly throughout the vast sea of books. 

submitted by pangolin, age she/her, The Little Lost Library
(January 25, 2021 - 12:15 pm)

The barn owl has returned, holding a new letter. You can tell right away it is from The Librarian because the handwriting is the same, and it is the kind of handwriting that can never be copied, at least not exactly. 

Hello, reader. I am so glad you like my library! As for your question, a Dreamer is someone who works here. Dreamers have all kinds of jobs, such as going on journies of all kinds to find new books for our library, delivering letters to visitors, and taking care of our owls and cats. You have already met one without knowing it! Periwinkle was a Dreamer, and even when Dreamers retire from the job, they are always a Dreamer at heart. Periwinkle is a good example of an Adventurous Dreamer, as she was always ready to go on a long, hard journey to get us a book. She was also good with owls, though cats always seemed irritated by her presence. 
I hope that answers your question. Please continue to enjoy our library. 
The Librarian  
submitted by Periwinkle, The Little Lost Library
(January 26, 2021 - 6:41 pm)

The doors creak as I push them open and peek inside. My eyes sparkle as I take in the huge shelves of books. I tiptoe silently across the thick, soft carpet and pick a book from the nearest shelf. Trying to decide where to sit, I look around and head towards a corner near a window with a big blue armchair. A snowy owl drops a note into my lap. I read it, then reach for a quill and paper. 

I'm glad I came! Your library is amazing. Will I get to meet you? And what's a Dreamer?   - MoonKitten

submitted by MoonKitten
(January 26, 2021 - 11:18 am)

The snowy owl flutters back towards you and drops a new letter in your lap. You look down and read it: 

Hello, reader! I'm so glad you like my library! Now for your questions. It is not impossible for you to meet me, but you would be more likely to meet the Dreamers (I'll get to what they are in a moment), because I am often busy writing and reading. If you ever need me or just want to meet me, there is a way. Walk up to an owl or cat and say the phrase, "The quill always writes best at midnight." It's a funny phrase, but I've always liked the sound of it. The animal will lead you to and empty space in a bookshelf. Crawl inside it, it's a portal. Close your eyes and count to 10, then open them and you will meet me. I hope that helps. Dreamers are people who work here and do things such as get books to add to our shelves and take care of our animals. Periwinkle and River, who I mentioned in the announcements, are Dreamers, but Periwinkle just retired. 

I hope that answers your questions. Enjoy our library. 


The Librarian  

submitted by Periwinkle, The Little Lost Library
(January 26, 2021 - 6:54 pm)

I push open the door, my face damp from the mist. The flickering light around me feels like warm candlelight, but there are no light fixtures anywhere. I can't tell if there is anyone nearby, or anyone in the library, for that matter. I wander aimlessly through the shelves, and, when I peer closely at the books on the mahogany wooden shelves, they seem to be in no particular order. A flash of white and gold catches my eye, and I lean in close, to find a thick paperback copy of The Inquistor's Tale. I grab it swiftly and whirr through the pages, which blow a light cloud of dust and old-book smell into my face. I smile, and whisper, "Thank you," though I'm not sure who I'm speaking to. The library itself seems to smile back at me as I continue through the shelves, looking for a place to sit and read. Another flash catches my eye, though this one is a bright yellow. A strange book sits on the shelf in front of me. Well, not so much in front of me as far above my head. I unfurl my wings and soar up to the book. It has no title on the side, no author, no decorations. The only thing on its spine is the word Press. I shrug, and then gently press the book. There is a huge creaking noise, and a section of the shelf swings open, revealing a comfy-looking room filled with plush armchairs, a basket of fluffy blankets, and a counter, where a whistling copper teapot gives off steam, surrounded by boxes of tea. There's a small yip, and a fluffy, curly-furred, small black dog bounds up to me, placing its paws on my knees and trying to lick me. I laugh, pick up the dog, and set it on one of the armchairs while I get a cup of lemon-honey-chamomile tea. Then, I sit down on a maroon-colored chair with my tea. The dog leaps up onto my lap and settles down, spreading warmth through my legs as I begin to read. The door to the secret room stands invitingly open, waiting for anyone else to come and join me.

submitted by Wreeboo, age Immortal, Nowhere and Everywhere
(January 27, 2021 - 5:29 pm)

After what feels like hours, I look up. It's slightly darker outside. I get up and return my book to the shelf. Then I notice an opening in the shelf. I look inside. There's a roaring fire and some armchairs. Someone is sitting in one of them. "Hello?" I nervously call.

submitted by MoonKitten
(February 1, 2021 - 11:20 am)

"Hello?" someone peers tentatively into the secret room. "Oh, hi!" I call, a little bit unnerved by the person's sudden appearance. The dog on my lap jumps up, and I can tell from experience that it's about to go haywire. I grab it, and my book falls to the floor. I grit my teeth and sigh, then look up and smile at the person, who's looking genuinely confused now. "It's okay,' I shrug, "you can come in. There's tea and plenty of chairs." The person smiles at me, still a bit nervous, and then enters. "I'm Wreeboo," I introduce myself, "I use she/her pronouns. What about you?"

submitted by Wreeboo, age Immortal, Nowhere and Everywhere
(February 1, 2021 - 3:25 pm)

A black cat and a white owl wander into the hidden spot (the one with two visitors and tea). The cat is easily distracted by the dog and wanders towards it. Surprisingly, it purrs and snuggles the dog for a moment before wandering out of the room. The owl widens its big eyes as it perches on an armchair. It flutters one of its wings towards the sky and, in a sort of magical fashion, silver specks of dust appear. Not dust...stars? It lets out a small "hoo" before fluttering slowly away. After a moment, another person wanders in. It's a girl. She's fairly short and is holding a small brown cat in her hand. She jumps to see the two visitors. "Eek! Sorry. Did I frighten you? Oh no, I'll bet Periwinkle's owl and her little cat friend wandered in here... oh yeah, by the way, I'm River. I'm a Dreamer. I'm surprised you guys found this place-" she raises a light brown eyebrow-"It's pretty hard to get in here. Woah." She looks up at the silver stars. "Well, that's interesting. Hmm. You know, I've only seen that type of dust once before and that was when- oh, Periwinkle's owl has definitely been here! Well, it could be worse. Once that owl stole my cookies. It's much easier to appreciate her when she's making pretty dust and not stealing cookies, don't you guys agree?" You look at her a bit closer. She has light brown hair, tan skin, brown eyes, and she is wearing a green shirt and jeans. You notice she talks a lot, which might be annoying, but then she offers you and the other visitor a cookie and stops talking because she's eating a cookie too. "Anyways. I should go, I've got places to be, stories to read, and cookies to eat!" And with that, she leaves. 

submitted by Periwinkle, The Little Lost Library
(February 1, 2021 - 5:58 pm)