Chapter 11: The library
Queen-neef13
Poetry
19 Oct 2026
A poem I wrote almost a year ago, about the library and the peace that I find there:
The library’s still
The library’s calm
But I’m never apart of it all
Buried deep behind my book
I am near but far
But heart from far
Then my brother comes
And he taps my shoulder
And then my little forcefield falls
My time in the library’s done
Time to move on
Time to get in the car
What happens next?
Write the next chapter!
Write the next chapter!
What happens in the next chapter?
This is the end of the narrative for now. However, you can write the next chapter of the story yourself.
Delete comment? Are you sure?
Table of Contents
Chapter 11: The library
A moment of solitude shattered by a familiar interruption.