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Showing posts with label Round Robin Staff Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Round Robin Staff Stories. Show all posts

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Celebrate Winter With an EPL Staff Story

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During the winter break, the Edwardsville Public Library staff are sharing some poetry animations and a round-robin story.  We hope you enjoy the fun and have a restful holiday season.  We'll be back in the New Year with more book reviews, movie recommendations and lots of other library related items.  

Today, we're offering our annual staff round-robin.  Each staff member wrote 1 or 2 sentences and were told to write a story including a missing library book, a white cat, ice/snow and something sparkly.  Twenty eight staff members contributed their talents. Somehow the sparkle got lost, but the rest of the story is pretty fun!  


Blanco el Gato butted his head against the strange object lying in the middle of the sidewalk. It was a book from the library where his friend Dewey lived. Blanco el Gato looked at the book in horror! Its title read: Why No One Likes Cats. He wasn’t really surprised to find this misplaced library book on the sidewalk. After all, a book of this context doesn’t belong on the shelves.
It was a large tome, bound with old cat pelts, and, as the wind turned each page, it made a faint hiss. Blanco felt the fur on his back rise; he prepared to face his adversary. All he could think about was how much he hated fighting. He circled the nasty, malodorous compendium, hissing and spitting. His tail was a sparking brush, unable to leave it, unable to touch it. Muddy black shoes below wet pants legs receded down the broken sidewalk. It was time to play a little bit of “cat and mouse.”
His eyes sparkled as he pursued the departing figure. As Blanco got closer, he realized the pants were red and covered with ice and snow. Wait- could it be? Yes, it was Santa! Surprised by his realization, Blanco shouted “Hey Santa!” Startled by the talking cat, Santa turned to face him.
“Blanco el Gato, we meet again for the first time,” Santa said with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Naughty, or nice?”
“You have been nice, Gato. What is your Christmas wish?”
The only thing on Gato’s mind was that ridiculous book so he blurted out the first thing that came to him.
            “I wish that book never existed!”
And so the book turned into snow, and poofed out of existence. Or did it? Could a book that hisses truly disappear? Blanco continued on his way, determined to consult with the Dewey (a.k.a. He Who Knows Everything). Blanco turned the corner and headed straight toward the library, where Dewey was ensconced in the middle of a blitz of books, librarians, and information! Surely there was a magic and spells section he could consult about this disappearing, hissing menace. Blanco was informed that the library computer catalog and databases were down, but luckily, Dewey pointed him to the source of magical answers…the tattooed reference librarian, Olaf.
Olaf spent some time discussing with Blanco what information he was looking for; then, he raised his finger in the air and shouted, “I know just what you need!” Olaf bent down behind the desk. A moment later, he produced a large metal monster of a machine. On the front of the steel beast was a small placard that read: “Bessie the Shredder- Destroyer of All Tomes Evil.”
            Dewey heard the thud of the machine being dropped on the counter from across the library. He walked to the reference desk and interrupted Olaf’s demonstration.
            “Blanco, it’s time you learned the truth. Your destiny lies before you...You are one of the few people who can decide if a book is worthy of shredding. The magic hissing book that you have told us about only visits a chosen few,” Dewey continued.
            Blanco pondered the fate of the book, constrained by conflicting thoughts. Though the opinions expressed by this book went against Blanco’s, he had trouble stomaching the thought of destroying another’s opinion.
            Santa and Olaf offered only temporary solutions it seemed. Blanco needed to settle the fate of the book his own way. How could he deal with this monstrous anti-cat book? Blanco brainstormed. He went through his options; he could hunt down the book, he could warn others about it…or he could write a book against the book…
            Suddenly, he knew what he must do. Instead of destroying the book, he would write a book called Why Cats Make the Best Companions!  And so he did.  Today the two books sit, ‘cat’alogued on the same library shelf, side-by-side - Why No One Likes Cats and Why Cats make the Best Companions.
The End.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

The Book of Winter Memories by the EPL Staff

     Big flakes of snow began to fall as I sat on my window seat and opened the locked book.  When I touched the pages, I felt a chill like the winter weather outside.  The chill numbed my entire body, and as I looked down at my bare feet, the hardwood floor frosted around them.  The light in the room changed and I looked up to find that I was no longer in a room.
    "Looks like you forgot your shoes there, sonny!"  laughed a short old man with a very long beard.  My eyes slowly adjusted to the harsh whiteness of the magnificent winter wonderland laid out before me.  Then I heard the voice again, "Looks like you forgot your shoes, did you just get out of bed?"
    "Where am I?" I wondered out loud.
    The old man said "Tell me about three things you can see."
     "I see an empty, crumbling stone building; six beautiful trees with white lights, and a mother with her small child.  I see a chair on my porch outside with a shadowy figure in it poised to sit up.  I see that snow is beginning to slow down."
     As the shadowy figure stood, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.  It looked like my grandpa, but it couldn't be, he died on Christmas Eve three years ago.  As the figure took a step closer I said, "Poppy, is that you?"
     The silence that followed seemed never-ending, until he replied, "Yes."  I felt the tears begin to well up in my eyes.  The old man who claimed to be my grandfather rubbed his neck, looking uncomfortable.  "You always were a bit of a crier, weren't you?", he commented.  "What's that book you're hiding there?" he asked with a derisive smirk.
     I kept the book hidden behind my back, reluctant to show him.  But I know I had to show him the book because how else could I find out who he really was?  I revealed the worn, velvet covered tome with an ornate brass lock and watched his eyes widen.
     He slowly reached out and I handed the book over to him.  As he opened the cover, he looked up at me and I felt the cold surround me again.  The light dimmed and I was back in my familiar window seat.  I held the book closed in my hands.  I gazed out the window and felt Poppy's presence still around me ...