A Story About a Tattered Abandoned Library

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The library was different than the last time that I saw it… As I approached the library, I was amazed at what had become of it. All of the windows were shattered. Glass covered the window seals and jagged pieces of glass hung in the window frames. Taking in more of the library, I slowly walked around to the front doors. The grand oak trees that once stood proud and tall were now weeping in sorrow. I notice the dark red paint was peeling from the mailbox, leaving behind nothing but old rust. Railings that had once ensured children's safety were now dented and falling apart. The stairs leading up to the main door were collapsed in; splintered wood laying in a large pile. I got a creepy feeling when I looked at it all. Chills ran up my spine. Looking at worn down library, I remembered how it had once looked. It had been fairly small. There were only about 4 racks of science fiction books and about three racks of that boring stuff no one likes. Back then, the little library was full of color. Each wall had been painted a different color, along with chairs shaped in different siz...

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