The Library of the Imagination

CA219079-8CD2-4D00-9863-7F19DE4DBF0B Liz was on a business trip to a city she’d never been to before. Her meeting ended early, at around two in the afternoon, and as she was heading back to her hotel room she passed a public library. Carved onto a stone block next to the entrance were the words “The Library of the Imagination.”

Intrigued, Liz entered the building, and as a fan of historical fiction, she made her way to the section of the library that housed books of that genre and started browsing. One book caught her eye. She didn’t know if she was imagining it or not, but the book seemed to have a glow about it.

She pulled the book down from the shelf. Its title was simply, The Days of Yore. She didn’t recognize the author’s name, but she seemed unable to put the book down. She walked over to a comfortable looking chair, sat down, and slowly opened the book.

Suddenly Liz was no longer sitting in a chair in the library, although she still had the open book in her hands. She was standing outside in a field of tall grass adjacent to a wooded area. She heard a sound coming in her direction, the sound of a horse’s hooves pounding upon a grassy surface. Instinctively she tried to run to a tree to hide behind, but she was too late.

A man wearing unusual garb, mounted on a beautiful black steed, rode up to her, stopping directly in front of her. “Maiden,” he said, “this is not a place for a young woman to be out and about. It’s not safe and you are trespassing.”

Liz gathered her wits and responded, “I didn’t intend to trespass or to put myself in any danger. I went out for a walk and wandered afar and have gotten myself lost.”

“What have you there?” the man asked, pointing at the book Liz was carrying.

“This is just a book I was reading,” and Liz closed the book quickly. Just as she did, she was suddenly back in the library chair.

“Oh dear, I must have fallen asleep,” Liz said aloud to no one in particular. She looked at her watch and saw that nearly an hour had passed. She got up, took the book with her, and asked to check it out so that she could go back to her hotel and read it. She was given a guest pass and was told to return the book to the library in 48 hours.

Back at the hotel, she changed into casual clothing, ordered room service, and then moved over to the bed and opened the book once again. And although she was still in a bed, she was strangely no longer in the bed in her hotel room. She was in what appeared to be a large bedroom in a castle of some sort.

A young woman opened the the door to the room and walked in. “I see you are awake,” the woman said.

“Where am I and who are you!” Liz asked.

“I am Esmerelda,” the girl said, “and you are in Beltran Manor. The Lord of the Manor’s son found you near the forest and said you passed out, so he brought you here. Are you hungry?” Liz shook her head affirmatively. “I will fetch you something from the pantry and bring it to you,” Esmerelda said, “and I will notify the Lord’s son that you have awoken.”

After Esmerelda left the room, Liz looked around for the book, and saw it on a dressing table to the left of the bed. It was still open. She got off of the bed, reached over and picked the book up, and closed it.

There was a loud knocking sound and Liz heard a man’s voice calling loudly from the other side of the door. “Room service,” he said. Liz got up, looked around, and saw that she was, once again, in her hotel room.

To be continued….

Written for this week’s Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: xetobyte at

3-2-1 Quote Me! — Imagination

Man head full of confused thoughtsPaula Light, at Light Motifs II, tagged me to participate in the latest 3-2-1 Quote Me prompt from Rory, aka A Guy Called Bloke, where the topic of the day is “Imagination.”

So I’m supposed to:

  • Thank the blogger who tagged me, so thank you Paula,
  • Post 2 quotes for the dedicated topic of the day: imagination, and
  • Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘3-2-1 Quote Me!’ Sorry, I’m going to tag anyone who wants to post two quotes about imagination.

So here are my two quotes about imagination.

051101A5-9032-416D-8D49-71E15FED1C5A0C4D28F9-28C7-4113-8EB4-3E38B9973C0ENow, if you’re anyone, consider yourself tagged! Go for it!

Imagination & Creativity

4BD10C8D-9B51-4F97-B1FC-6F31F73F6641Rory, aka A Guy Called Bloke, aka The King of Questions, has decided to grace us with, um, some questions. This time his questions are all about imagination and creativity.

So let’s give it a go, shall we?

What is creativity? 

It’s imagination coupled with outside-the-box thinking.

Is creativity a good thing to have?

It’s a whole lot better than a stick in the eye, that’s for sure.

How much does a mountain weigh?

Just enough to make it hard to move.

If the wheel had not been inventented, where we would be now?

Massaging our sore feet.

How many books in the average library?

An average number.

Why do we wear shoes, l mean is it really important?

Yes, it’s important to wear good, comfortable shoes, especially since the wheel has not yet been invented.

What’s more important, creativity, imagination or knowledge and why?


Do you think that creativity is part of human nature or is it something that must be nurtured and learned? I mean are we born creative?

We are born creative, but we are taught conformity, which kills creativity in a lot of kids growing up.

What’s the worst name you could give a raccoon?

I would say “Rocky,” but the Beatles beat me to it.

What the best name you could give your goldfish?

Filet ‘o Fish

If you could curse someone – what curse would you choose?

May every empty parking space you see in the parking lot have a motorcycle parked in it when you get to it.

If you were in the worst possible natural disaster you could be in would you survive?

I would hope so, but if I didn’t, well, c’est la vie, right? Well, maybe not.

What was your natural disaster then?

An earthquake. Like a really, really big, nasty one.

You have been tasked with the role of imagining a new government – what would you conjure up and why?

One in which all citizens are treated equally, regardless of national origin, race, gender, sexual orientation, or butt size.

What is imagination in your eyes?

Oh, is that imagination? I thought it was an eyelash.

Given the choice would you prefer to be creative, imaginative, inventive, or self aware?



As Scottish poet Robert Burns wrote, “O wad some Power the giftie gie us, to see oursels as ithers see us!

FFfAW — What Do You See?

96afaf32-1954-4b89-a5fd-a58b647a3a85“I see a cute and cuddly teddy bear reaching out for a hug,” Rachel said.

“I see God peeking out from behind the clouds, gracing us all in His glory,” said Anita.

“I see a map of Europe and Africa,” Robert said.

“I see thunder clouds forming and a thunderstorm coming,” Jimmy said.

“Have you no imagination whatsoever, Jimmy?” Rachel asked. “Surely you see something else when you look at those clouds.”

“They’re clouds, Rachel,” Jimmy said. “They are made of drops of water that are too small to see, which have turned into a gas called water vapor. As the water vapor goes higher in the sky, the air gets cooler. And that causes the water droplets to start to stick to things like bits of dust, ice, or sea salt. And that’s how the clouds form. Then the wind moves those clouds across the sky, constantly changing their shapes.”

“You really need to get a life, Jimmy,” Rachel said.

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Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo credit: Jodi McKinney.

One-Liner Wednesday — Curiosity and Imagination

39261294-2CB6-40A7-B8BA-1A903454595F“That adage about ‘write what you know’ is basically the opposite of the way I function. I write about what I’m curious to find out.”

Jennifer Egan, American novelist

Okay, yes, this one-liner is actually a two-liner. But it’s no less an interesting message. A lot of truly great writers have advised wannabe writers to write about what they know. Makes sense, right?

But as Jennifer Egan suggests, if you write about something you’re curious to know, you’ll research it and will, therefore, end up writing about what you know. That, too, makes sense.

Although, I might modify Jennifer’s quote slightly. Because if I had to personally know about everything I wanted to write about, I wouldn’t have that much to write about. So instead, I’d say, “Write about what you’re curious to find out…or whatever your imagination conjures up.”

Written for today’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt from Linda G. Hill. Image credit: Lysons_editions (