My Cardboard Balcony

Hi, everybody. As of November 24th, I have: - Written approximately 42,600 words. - Still not thought of a title. But that was expected. - Realized that I only have six days to get to the word count. I get the feeling that once I reach 50,000 word mark, the novel will not be finished. That's okay. It'll just be interesting not to be on that deadline anymore. I can only hope that I can use my spirit alone to complete this work and add it to my repertoire. Wish me luck, guys. Let's see if I can make it. Cheers, Belinda

There were seven floors within the library. The highest floor was sealed off. So was the bottom floor. Everything else was accessible to the general public. The general public, however, didn't dare to go in. It wasn't that the place was haunted or that religious zealots condemned it. There was just something about the library that was intimidating. The knowledge that was presumably stored within every spot from its gray matter to its bowels was something that could not be compared to typical intelligence.