This branch of the city's library stands tall and imposing against the surrounding buildings. It's like a fortress- a fortress of knowledge, seclusion, and mystery.

You wander around inside, hoping to find some interesting reads. The library's bottom floor, the nonfiction section, is lit with flourescent lights highlighting the books neatly lined on the shelves. As you climb the stairs, you watch the rooms become progressively cozier- chairs that seem to be carved out of foam blocks, emerald-colored glass lamps sitting on rows of desks, and more and more books, as the familiar color of yellow light ushers you like a stairway to heaven.

You finally reach the fiction section on the fourth floor. You locate your topic of interest, pick up the first book that catches your eye, and read it.

You feel your eyelids starting to droop under their gaze. But maybe you're tired because you know they can't hurt you here. This is the fortress of knowledge, after all. And knowledge is what they fear most.

Writing and Short Stories

This is a repository of short stories about my original characters, both excerpts from the longer stories and smaller short-form stories. I'll also have short stories written for online writing prompt collections in here eventually.