Reading opens up whole worlds for us to explore. This is what I experience when I read.

I reach for the old, weathered book.  I stroke the worn binding.  Holding it close to my face, I let the tea-stained pages brush against my cheek, breathing deeply the scent of printed paper.  Stories.  They’re only words on a page, yet the tales they tell are as tangible as life itself.  Stories.  There are all kinds of them, romance, mystery, adventure…  They can lead you anywhere, even to a strange planet, entirely different than our own.  You have only to read.

I open my book carefully, as if it may fall to pieces in my hands.  Turning each page with the utmost delicacy, I find myself lost in a world of great imagination.  Minute after minute, hour after hour, I become more and more entwined in the writer‘s words.  I live there, in a land made only of ink and paper.  I climb mountains, cross rivers and navigate through old forests, until I turn to the last page.  It is then that I realize, it is only the end of another book.  Stories.

Submitted: July 25, 2011

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Unfortunate Cowboy

ONLY tha end of another book? I get what ya mean, I think, but word it so ya convey the emotion. Each time ya close that back cover, ya should feel like a little tidbit of memory, of a magical moment ya shared with someone else, right? Least, that's how I like ta feel...

Thu, July 28th, 2011 5:38am


Yeah, I suppose. I'll have to chew on that for a while, but I see what you mean. :)

Fri, July 29th, 2011 9:16am

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