Life on the shelf.

This week our class have been writing stories which are set in past tense. My story is about a book on a shelf. I hope you enjoy. I found it fun to imagine what it would be like living as a book. Next time I would use more emotive language.

Life on the shelf

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Day one :

I sat on the shelf looking out into the living room. I was lonely and unread. Outside the old wooden windowsill a bird sang it's early morning hymn. Then I heard the footsteps; loud, heavy and coming in my direction. Would this be the day I was finally read. Kelly stopped in front of me and ran her finger across the books on the shelf below me.  After what felt like a lifetime she pulled a book from the shelf. My dreams were crushed. The kettle was boiled in the kitchen and Kelly sat down on the sofa with the other book and started reading. That night I sat, sad and lonely.

Day two:

The next morning the kettle was brewed.  The sound of the boiling water competed with the bird's song. The tv was turned on and all books felt the sadness the glowing intruder has brought upon us. The other book was barely lifted and my hopes of being read were throttled. We all felt sad and lonely that night.

Day three:

The morning cup of coffee was brewed and Kelly started searching for a new book. Then the most amazing thing happened. As her eyes ran across my shelf her finger landed on me. I was pulled out from my old seat and put on the coffee table. The feeling of joy spread through my pages like water; blissfully warm water which left you ecstatic ( Not real water or my pages would be ruined). I was picked up and my first page was read. By the time it was dinner time I was a quarter read. That night I was left on the coffee table, beside myself with joy.

Day four:

The bird’s song filled the air as rays of early morning sun flooded across the throw, couch and table and on to me. Then it happened. The the glowing tv was switched on and I was forgotten. Would I share the same fate as the book before me; forgotten and changed out for some new book with a nicer cover. I managed to convince myself that I may never be read again. After an hour full of anxiety I was finally picked up. It was mid afternoon and I was put down, fully read. That night Kelly had guests over. They all made lots of noise. Whilst the people were in the kitchen I wondered if I would ever be read again. Then I heard it. “ I have just finished a book and I think you will like it” Kelly said. “ Ok where is it?” another voice answered. Kelly cam into the living room and picked me up. I was taken to the kitchen and but in a bag. “ Can I read it after You?” “ then me”. It was at that moment I realized I had many keen humans who wanted to read the words on my pages. I felt I was on shelf nine.