Category: Story

Page Turner

Page Turner Read Me

Doña Read


Read Writing Hood

Read is not just a ‘Hood, she’s an entire suburb millions of times larger than her inhabitants, Page and Doña.

Hour Town

Pillow Hour Town
If time is relative, then this is my ancestor…a village of myth and mystery, moving from verbal to written and producing me at the end of the day, wrapped in these stories in ways which can no longer be unwrapped. If you peel away my mythology, like an onion, I am no more.


Bookmobiles Carrying Stories Ahead of Their TimeWe are the Bookmobiles. We carry the stories of our different peoples on the divided highways of humanity. Those who read only one of our tales, cannot see ahead.

Personality Splintering

Her head felt like an egg shell…ready to break at any moment and give birth to multiple personalities. Some of them were already seeping out of the cracks in her psyche, anxious to write their own stories.

Page Turner waited until the small purple clerk was free, then inquired about using the Bubble Sceletope to contact Ms. Tree. The clerk squinted its one eye sharply and walked toward Page, horn lowered, wings spread threateningly. What do you know about a mystery, it growled. A voice from the back trilled softly. The clerk became silent, but maintained the body language of a carnivore about to feed. It was then that Page noticed the giant pigeon toes sprouting underneath the purple pants. OMG, was it a One-Eyed-One-Horned-Flying-Purple-People-Eater? Thank the Librarian, Page isn’t purple, she is a read book.

Sly Brarian

She was Sly and she was Brare.  She wore her mysterious personality on her head in a closed book.

Thoughts For Sale

I am the City of Bookstores. Thoughts of all kinds are exchanged for something of like value. Do not confuse me with the Public City of Libraries.


Scroll Sisters

They were sisters. They shared the same beginning to their story. But a small difference in the second paragraph has led to very different tales.

Character 04

I know I left my book wide open, but please tell me you didn’t see my story.

Bea Hive

Bea’s head was a buzz of thoughts and ideas…she changed her hairdo to reflect her hive mentality.


The fabo festival for book people where Page Turner, Doña Read and others will be inhaling words, phrases, entire paragraphs, trying to reach an unparalleled intellectual high. Ideas will be flying through the air and thoughts will be exchanged randomly.

This obstacle must be crossed to reach Bookstock. Each stair is lined with the books which contain the information needed to pass this challenge.

Character 06

I am your ride. I will take you between worlds of words and dreams. We shall soar through the heavens together. Careful, though…the return flight is not always on time.

book with a face rolling along on a wheel

Traveling Journal

I am a traveling journal. My story is written as I roll through life; just like yours.

Character 08

We are Snozz…the great and terrible. What pack of lies have you to tell that we might grant your wishes?

Character 09

We are the Potheads. Our name has been stolen and we are planning a campaign to get it back.
I am a closed book, made up of many stories. Come closer and I will capture your story in my library.

I am an urban character, a city slicker, a golden girl with fantasies of fruit growing in my streets.

I am a snail town. Some characters believe I move too slowly, but I lay down a trail wherever I go and this takes time, which I digest slowly.

Drawing of a woman with other heads growing from her eyebrow and out of her earring

My family is attached to me at the eyebrow and earlobe. They aren’t heavy; I shrunk their heads 4 centuries ago to make them lighter. To this day, they still complain about the shrinking. I say after 400 years they need to let it go.

I am a private personality with pendulous pouting appendages. It’s a problem.


The moon rEyes over the tomed cities of eggs-is-tense.

Her dull story scrolled listlessly across the landscape, then produced a golden plum which made it all worth while.

As she shook her head from side to side, her scrolls scrunched up instinctively into wads of paper, the words unreadable to anyone other than immediate family.

Blue Djinn

I am a genie with many bottles that contain genies with many bottles that contain genies….

The sunny side of an eggsacting skyline, captured immediately before the hard-boiled buildings became toast.

Give me a name. Give me a story. Give me existence.

Are you taking eggsactly the right steps and reading eggssactly the right books to become eggsactly the cosmic yolk you want to become?

Egghead Revisited

Fantasy character from The Book People Chronicles of a castle with many faces and arms made of books
We are A. Castle. My sister Castles and I send messengers back and forth daily, but our real mode of communication is kept secret from the messengers and all others who would read of our books and use our knowledge for unsavory purposes.


The story is scrambled; the path between Eggcentricity and Eggistential is strewn with the shells of those who cracked on the journey. Will she Eggsist much longer?

The Attack of Ignorance

I was once a renowned educational system.
But I have been beaten and robbed by Ignorance,
my sworn enemy.
My foundations have been rocked; 
I am no longer well-stacked.
Bits and pieces of my knowledge are being blown to the winds,
never to be reassembled as me again.
I alone stand between you and Ignorance,
the eater of souls, the extinguisher of light.

Help me, Page Turner and Dona Read, Help me.

Parallel Universes

fine art pencil drawing by san francisco artist sarah curtiss of profiles dripping with more faces and representing parallel universes
I am one in many and many in one.
I represent the infinite possibilities of parallel universes.
All things are possible. All things will happen…somewhere.
fantasy image of a living wall by san francisco fine artist sarah curtiss

I am The Wall. You will come across me many times in your journey. Sometimes you will think you have broken me down. But I am many in one. You will run into me again.

fine art drawing by san francisco artist sarah curtiss

Genie Ology

I am Genie…Genie Ology. I contain the records of all that came before and all that will come after. Speak with me and I will write your fate in my pages. Beware, though…if you come too close, your fate may be written more quickly than you anticipated.

I will bewitch you with my moooo-ving story; you may never leave my field of dreams.


I wear my story on my head; I keep a secret journal behind my ear. My left arm tells its own story, but you’ll have to speak to it directly; we haven’t communicated in years.

As I scroll through my life, the ink smells wet on my pages.

Character 31

Woman with scrolls coming out of her hair, sitting on bench
I am a recording device. I am becoming all that I record.

Boring Story

Character 34…a serious story

I am a serious story; my plot is intricate and right and wrong are not always black and white.

Character 36…Funky Diva of Scroll

Character 37…A head in the line

Character 38…The Choirbook