Puppet Of War
The Great Escape
Books upon books, stacked next to the staircase of the business section of the Library. Tattered and torn, forgotten in the sweep of modern life. I wonder if the writers knew their fate, or did they think their story would live on forever as a classic. The still famous William Shakespear probably thought his tales would turn out to be like these books I’m now passing, but ironically his turned out to be with all the popular books on the 1st floor. But why? Why are his books so popular, when these books that were probably written at the same period of time, are down here probably never to be read again. The answer is quite simple. If you looked at these books you would probably just see a old lady or man writing down the same medieval story about a princess or a night. But Shakespear’s books were more then just books, they were plays. Plays that people back in the day payed to see. And still today people probably pay to see it. Also the books these plays resembled were more then just Nights and princesses, they were about Fairies, about ill fated lovers, about men with donkey heads. When it comes to writing, and when it comes to life, if you want to be noticed or rewarded, you better stand out, or you’ll just end up like these books, forgotten. Kind of like me.
I walked pass these books and up the stairs. I then see where all the noise was coming from. It was a little kid in the childrens section. He looked to have fell down or something. Kids, so fragile and clueless. Unfortunately for some, they stay that way, all their life. Tripping, falling, waiting for somebody to catch them before they hit the ground. But there never is, and they fall flat on their heads. Some eventually learn that lesson the hard way, and begin to catch themselves before the fatal hit to the head. But some just keep falling, until they get a concussion of corse.
This distraction is the perfect cover! I hide the fairly large book in my jacket and quickly snuke past the old lady I earlier encountered. I was almost out, 5 more steps and I would have been outside. Suddenly I hear somebody calling in my direction and I freeze like one of those stone monuments you see in the middle of town square. I slowly turn my head to see if this call was directed at me. It was the old lady, and she was looking right at me. Oh crap! I almost got away with it! She is going to ask me what is in my jacket, and then I’m going to have to show her the book. Then she’ll say “I’ve never seen that book before” and she’ll take it from me to examine it herself. Then the next day, as I sit in my small apartment watching tv I will see her, with the book, on the news. No, she isn’t going to ruin my chance at fame. But what else could I do, run out of the store. I would make the news then. I could see the headlines now “Crazy Women Lands In Jail Attempting to steal a rare Book.” So I say “yes?”
“Did you find the book you were looking for” she asked.
I am so stupid! I forgot all about my Tokyo book! “Yes, I almost forgot to check it out at your desk. Silly me” I said in the fakest voice, what can I say, I wasn’t meant to be an actor. I retrieve the book from my bag and show her. “Well come over so I can check it out for you dear” she said with a smile. Oh god, what if she sees the book in my jacket. I guess I’m just going to have to hope for the best. So I walk over to the counter, and she stamps the book for me.
“You have to bring it back in about 3 weeks” she typed something in her little computer.
“Okay” I said “Good-bye.”
I let out a huge sigh of relief as I stepped outside onto the sidewalk. I called yet another taxi so I could get back to work again. One eventually stopped for me. It ironically was the same one I arrived in. “Oh god” I said to myself. “never mind I’m going to take the bus, Sorry” I told the taxi driver threw his open window.
So back to work again. I just finished passing my boss the book he wanted. He never said Thanks or even smiled. He just grabbed it and told me to go back to work. Such a jerk. Anyway, at the moment I’m supposed to be typing up these stupid reports. But I’m taking a look at the mysterious book I discovered. The one that I hope will bring me fame somehow. The one I had to hide in my jacket. Wow people on the bus must think I have something wrong with me, seeing a square shaped lump on me. I giggled at the thought. After reading about 3 pages of the book, my conclusion is that, I have no clue what its about! All there is are symbols and lines. Some kind of ancient text. I Guess tomorrow I’m going to have to find somebody that can help me translate this. But until then, I guess back to work.
I walked pass these books and up the stairs. I then see where all the noise was coming from. It was a little kid in the childrens section. He looked to have fell down or something. Kids, so fragile and clueless. Unfortunately for some, they stay that way, all their life. Tripping, falling, waiting for somebody to catch them before they hit the ground. But there never is, and they fall flat on their heads. Some eventually learn that lesson the hard way, and begin to catch themselves before the fatal hit to the head. But some just keep falling, until they get a concussion of corse.
This distraction is the perfect cover! I hide the fairly large book in my jacket and quickly snuke past the old lady I earlier encountered. I was almost out, 5 more steps and I would have been outside. Suddenly I hear somebody calling in my direction and I freeze like one of those stone monuments you see in the middle of town square. I slowly turn my head to see if this call was directed at me. It was the old lady, and she was looking right at me. Oh crap! I almost got away with it! She is going to ask me what is in my jacket, and then I’m going to have to show her the book. Then she’ll say “I’ve never seen that book before” and she’ll take it from me to examine it herself. Then the next day, as I sit in my small apartment watching tv I will see her, with the book, on the news. No, she isn’t going to ruin my chance at fame. But what else could I do, run out of the store. I would make the news then. I could see the headlines now “Crazy Women Lands In Jail Attempting to steal a rare Book.” So I say “yes?”
“Did you find the book you were looking for” she asked.
I am so stupid! I forgot all about my Tokyo book! “Yes, I almost forgot to check it out at your desk. Silly me” I said in the fakest voice, what can I say, I wasn’t meant to be an actor. I retrieve the book from my bag and show her. “Well come over so I can check it out for you dear” she said with a smile. Oh god, what if she sees the book in my jacket. I guess I’m just going to have to hope for the best. So I walk over to the counter, and she stamps the book for me.
“You have to bring it back in about 3 weeks” she typed something in her little computer.
“Okay” I said “Good-bye.”
I let out a huge sigh of relief as I stepped outside onto the sidewalk. I called yet another taxi so I could get back to work again. One eventually stopped for me. It ironically was the same one I arrived in. “Oh god” I said to myself. “never mind I’m going to take the bus, Sorry” I told the taxi driver threw his open window.
So back to work again. I just finished passing my boss the book he wanted. He never said Thanks or even smiled. He just grabbed it and told me to go back to work. Such a jerk. Anyway, at the moment I’m supposed to be typing up these stupid reports. But I’m taking a look at the mysterious book I discovered. The one that I hope will bring me fame somehow. The one I had to hide in my jacket. Wow people on the bus must think I have something wrong with me, seeing a square shaped lump on me. I giggled at the thought. After reading about 3 pages of the book, my conclusion is that, I have no clue what its about! All there is are symbols and lines. Some kind of ancient text. I Guess tomorrow I’m going to have to find somebody that can help me translate this. But until then, I guess back to work.