Mimi
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This is a description assignment that i had to do for school. Warning: It has not been properly edited...so all comments and editing are warmly welcomed.
Enjoy!
The Library: Part One
That beautiful oak door was much bigger than necessary, rising up until just a few feet from the ceiling. The brown and black swirls resembled chocolate maple ice cream creating not only a pleasant scenery but also a tasty one. Yet somehow the door looked out-of-place in the large mansion; it seemed to belong outside not within the walls of this castle. In many ways it could have been compared to the wardrobe in the C.S Lewis chronicles; it wasn’t hidden in the mansion yet it was rarely used, it wasn’t locked yet it appeared slightly distressing, and it too lead to a whole new world upon stepping inside.
The four walls of the library were lined with bookshelves upon bookshelves so wide and so tall it would take three bottles of water and a power bar to reach the top. The most surprising part was that each and every single one of those books had a different story hidden within those pages; there wasn’t even one book on all those shelves that was repeated.
And the inspiring ceiling made of thick glass like an antique figurine. When it rained the ceiling created a perfect atmosphere for a Stephen King novel, found in the far-left corner of the room, perhaps getting overpowered by classic Shakespeare novels like Macbeth and Hamlet. While when the sun shone it lightened the whole room, despite the shadows of the bookshelves, it created the perfect setting for a Danielle Steel romance located in the very center of the west wall. The giant window directly opposite to the oak door merged in with the glass ceiling, inspiring, as well as cradling each reader that happened to wonder in.
Wall to wall silver carpeting that seemed to change hue with the seasons. Molding itself to array an unusual mixture of brown, yellow, orange and red during the majestic and royal days of autumn. Turning white during the cold relentless winter days, mimicking the frost upon the barren branches and the snow, which it itself, carpeted the floor of the frozen earth. It uncovered a light green shade in the unpredictable days of spring that never seemed to last more then a few puzzling weeks. A darker green exposed itself in the warm days of summer when the grass was luscious and seemed to compete with the leaves to see who will win the battle of beauty this year.
The chairs beneath the windows were of the Victorian era, old, antique yet not worn, which was a surprise seeing the years of use they had to endure. It was a pleasure to sit on the slightly rigid chairs and travel to other world. By picking up just one book either new or old. The new ones enchanted the reader with the bright white pages and binding that crinkled when the book was open, seeing as the spine had not yet been in use. The old ones showing their wonder with the rough edges, slowly yellowing pages and maybe the readers will be lucky enough to find pages that have not yet been cut open.
Traveling through the pages of the new or old books was something this library had done much of. Different worlds of little people being explored by Gulliver in Gulliver’s Travels, odd experiences beheld by Switters in Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates and magical journeys explored by Snowman in Oryx and Crake. Each time getting a free trip to amazing places, whether real of fictional, a trip that excites the imagination and makes lasting memories. Even without traveling the books come alive; the raven croaking its everlasting words of “nevermore”, perched upon the edge of the Victorian chair, the portrait of Dorian Gray gazing down from its stationary place upon one of the walls, and the dancing shadows of eccentric figures from the magnificent balls held in Pride and Prejudice. Though the room had never seen more than one person at a time, the amount of action and drama constantly vibrating within the walls definitely made up for it.
Enjoy!
The Library: Part One
That beautiful oak door was much bigger than necessary, rising up until just a few feet from the ceiling. The brown and black swirls resembled chocolate maple ice cream creating not only a pleasant scenery but also a tasty one. Yet somehow the door looked out-of-place in the large mansion; it seemed to belong outside not within the walls of this castle. In many ways it could have been compared to the wardrobe in the C.S Lewis chronicles; it wasn’t hidden in the mansion yet it was rarely used, it wasn’t locked yet it appeared slightly distressing, and it too lead to a whole new world upon stepping inside.
The four walls of the library were lined with bookshelves upon bookshelves so wide and so tall it would take three bottles of water and a power bar to reach the top. The most surprising part was that each and every single one of those books had a different story hidden within those pages; there wasn’t even one book on all those shelves that was repeated.
And the inspiring ceiling made of thick glass like an antique figurine. When it rained the ceiling created a perfect atmosphere for a Stephen King novel, found in the far-left corner of the room, perhaps getting overpowered by classic Shakespeare novels like Macbeth and Hamlet. While when the sun shone it lightened the whole room, despite the shadows of the bookshelves, it created the perfect setting for a Danielle Steel romance located in the very center of the west wall. The giant window directly opposite to the oak door merged in with the glass ceiling, inspiring, as well as cradling each reader that happened to wonder in.
Wall to wall silver carpeting that seemed to change hue with the seasons. Molding itself to array an unusual mixture of brown, yellow, orange and red during the majestic and royal days of autumn. Turning white during the cold relentless winter days, mimicking the frost upon the barren branches and the snow, which it itself, carpeted the floor of the frozen earth. It uncovered a light green shade in the unpredictable days of spring that never seemed to last more then a few puzzling weeks. A darker green exposed itself in the warm days of summer when the grass was luscious and seemed to compete with the leaves to see who will win the battle of beauty this year.
The chairs beneath the windows were of the Victorian era, old, antique yet not worn, which was a surprise seeing the years of use they had to endure. It was a pleasure to sit on the slightly rigid chairs and travel to other world. By picking up just one book either new or old. The new ones enchanted the reader with the bright white pages and binding that crinkled when the book was open, seeing as the spine had not yet been in use. The old ones showing their wonder with the rough edges, slowly yellowing pages and maybe the readers will be lucky enough to find pages that have not yet been cut open.
Traveling through the pages of the new or old books was something this library had done much of. Different worlds of little people being explored by Gulliver in Gulliver’s Travels, odd experiences beheld by Switters in Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates and magical journeys explored by Snowman in Oryx and Crake. Each time getting a free trip to amazing places, whether real of fictional, a trip that excites the imagination and makes lasting memories. Even without traveling the books come alive; the raven croaking its everlasting words of “nevermore”, perched upon the edge of the Victorian chair, the portrait of Dorian Gray gazing down from its stationary place upon one of the walls, and the dancing shadows of eccentric figures from the magnificent balls held in Pride and Prejudice. Though the room had never seen more than one person at a time, the amount of action and drama constantly vibrating within the walls definitely made up for it.
