Dollymops_Roy Mans the Donation Counter_Pots and Pans_The Reality of Fiction
Catalog Guide:
Dollymops
(Content Warning: Mentions of death and prostitution.)The whores of London affected the lives of every woman in Victorian England in one way or another. Susan Merrick might have joined their ranks had she not been born into circumstances so fortunate.Throughout her childhood, she was prejudiced against the dollymops by her mother, whose main objection seemed to be their showy outfits. Her mother cast the strumpets in a particularly unsympathetic light; ensuring that Susie would never wind up like them.Because Susie never needed to work, she didn’t realise that whoring was about as lucrative as...
Roy Mans the Donation Counter
Roy took a deep breath and drummed his fingers rhythmlessly on the donation counter. It used to be all white but there was a big smear right in the middle where the paint had long worn off – a sign of the overbearing generosity of the patrons. Which meant this was a very important counter to be manning. He looked down at his nametag and then caught his manager, Bill, out of the corner of his eye. Bill’s face was solemn – he was on duty after all – but he gave Roy the thumbs up. Roy nodded and took another deep breath. His heart was galloping, and why not? This was his first shift at his first ...
Pots and Pans
A crash was heard in the apartment next door. The fifth crash that has been heard today. Eric knew that his next-door neighbor was not in any danger. He kwww.onedoor.ccnew that he was doing it on purpose. Ever since the week they both moved in, they have not gotten along. They will do whatever they can to cause the other a moment of stress or anger. In the apartment next door, Eric imagines his neighbor Calvin banging pots and pans together, or maybe he is lucky, and he is banging his head against the wall. But Eric is never lucky when it comes to Calvin. He and Calvin could have been best friends if it was...
The Reality of Fiction
“Hey yeah, I wanna shhh, baby. Here I go, here I go, here I go again. Shhh shhhh ba-doop.”“Yes, here you again,” she remarked to herself through gritted teeth. For the last two hours she had been listening to this man turn Salt N Peppa into a quiet joke that was ironically not quiet at all, the cadence of his deep voice crescendoing and decrescendoing as he roamed up and down the many lanes of bookshelves. All she wanted to do was put her head down and finish this project. Is the library not the place for this exact situation? Peace N Quiet was what she needed. Not Salt N Peppa, though she was...