The War Of The Books
I should have known it would happen one day.
See, it all started last night. I was getting some more e-books- the good, free, clean kind, you know?- and then it all broke out.
A war among my to be read books.
The devotional books started praying that this would all end soon, and began compiling comforting words for the fallen in battle.
The poetry books began writing eulogies for their lost comrades.
The advice books tried to get everyone to sit down and talk out their differences, but one karate book slipped in the mix and suddenly HEE-YA!
The dictionary and thesaurus began compiling a list of correctly spelled ways to surrender.
The crime novels started organizing the perfect crime to get rid of the competition.
The romance novels started fainting and crying for a knight in shining armor.
The cookbooks... well, actually, the cookbooks were busy trying to make their way into the kitchen for the feast that would be prepared after the fight.
The conspiracy theorist books claimed this was all planned years ago, and everything was a set up.
The biographies started taking notes and sending them to the autobiographies.
The history books began brushing up on battle cries and effective military tactics.
The etiquette books demanded two revolvers, ten paces apart, and white gloves, but no one was really listening to them anyway.
The joke books started cracking up at first until someone decided to send them packing across the street with that chicken.
The craft books decided to make origami wings, choosing flight over fight.
The crochet books were knotted up with worry.
The nonfiction books decided the page was mightier than the pen, and formed paper swords.
The medical and math books started calculating damages and preparing treatments for the wounded.
Battle erupted!
Pages were torn!
Spines were cracked!
Tomes were tossed!
All for what purpose? To what end? What did they want?
My attention!
Be warned, y'all, it's never a good idea to let that to be read pile get taller than you are. Books can hold their own.
… here the readers blink slowly, shaking their heads...
Yes, that was horrible. I ought to be reading, not writing today. Off to the battlefield for me!
Have a great day, readers!
See, it all started last night. I was getting some more e-books- the good, free, clean kind, you know?- and then it all broke out.
A war among my to be read books.
The devotional books started praying that this would all end soon, and began compiling comforting words for the fallen in battle.
The poetry books began writing eulogies for their lost comrades.
The advice books tried to get everyone to sit down and talk out their differences, but one karate book slipped in the mix and suddenly HEE-YA!
The dictionary and thesaurus began compiling a list of correctly spelled ways to surrender.
The crime novels started organizing the perfect crime to get rid of the competition.
The romance novels started fainting and crying for a knight in shining armor.
The cookbooks... well, actually, the cookbooks were busy trying to make their way into the kitchen for the feast that would be prepared after the fight.
The conspiracy theorist books claimed this was all planned years ago, and everything was a set up.
The biographies started taking notes and sending them to the autobiographies.
The history books began brushing up on battle cries and effective military tactics.
The etiquette books demanded two revolvers, ten paces apart, and white gloves, but no one was really listening to them anyway.
The joke books started cracking up at first until someone decided to send them packing across the street with that chicken.
The craft books decided to make origami wings, choosing flight over fight.
The crochet books were knotted up with worry.
The nonfiction books decided the page was mightier than the pen, and formed paper swords.
The medical and math books started calculating damages and preparing treatments for the wounded.
Battle erupted!
Pages were torn!
Spines were cracked!
Tomes were tossed!
All for what purpose? To what end? What did they want?
My attention!
Be warned, y'all, it's never a good idea to let that to be read pile get taller than you are. Books can hold their own.
… here the readers blink slowly, shaking their heads...
Yes, that was horrible. I ought to be reading, not writing today. Off to the battlefield for me!
Have a great day, readers!
Excellent!!!
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