Post by Joshua on May 16, 2017 0:14:26 GMT -5
Tucked away in a corner of a busy street there is a small, unremarkable red brick building. The only entrance is a plain, black door with a brass knob and a sign which reads, "Books for Sale".
One would not notice such a shop, especially in today's busy world of technology. People bustling up and down the street were glued to their smartphones, far too oblivious to notice the shabby store.
If one were to enter the bookstore, more likely than not accidentally, they would see rows upon rows of dusty books of all shapes and sizes, and an equally dusty counter at the far end of the store. There would not be anyone present at the counter, only a silver bell and a faded piece of paper with the words "Ring bell for service".
Upon taking in all of this, the usual casual passerby would shrivel their nose in disgust and leave as quickly as they came, sparing no further thought for this sad, empty place.
But one day, a young man walked into this quiet little store, and although he did not realize it, his life was about to change forever.
One would not notice such a shop, especially in today's busy world of technology. People bustling up and down the street were glued to their smartphones, far too oblivious to notice the shabby store.
If one were to enter the bookstore, more likely than not accidentally, they would see rows upon rows of dusty books of all shapes and sizes, and an equally dusty counter at the far end of the store. There would not be anyone present at the counter, only a silver bell and a faded piece of paper with the words "Ring bell for service".
Upon taking in all of this, the usual casual passerby would shrivel their nose in disgust and leave as quickly as they came, sparing no further thought for this sad, empty place.
But one day, a young man walked into this quiet little store, and although he did not realize it, his life was about to change forever.