Hello everyone!
I wrote a quick little story as part of a game on the NaNoWriMo forums. We chose five words and wrote a short snippet based on them. I’ll post the five words after the story.
A dream.
Ironically, a dream is what woke me. A dream of something that shouldn’t be there.
A curse. A curse and a book and the dreams of the dead.
I shuddered as I threw myself off the windowsill. I’d fallen asleep in the shadows of the library.
Surrounded by books.
A panicky feeling rose in my chest.
I took off, the library’s loneliness haunting me. I passed shelf after shelf, ripping the books from their shelves and tossing them to the floor. They clattered as they fell, dust flying from yellowed pages.
A cursed book.
Dreams of the dead.
What is a book but an obsolete dream?
Dreams of the dead are useless.
I stopped for breath, hands on knees, panting. My ears roared, noise buzzing along every nerve.
The library rumbled. I’d taken its most prized possessions, sullied them, thrown them on the floor in disgrace.
It collapsed, and took me with it.
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Dark, again. I can’t help it. Oh well.
The five words were: noise, books, dream, panicky, and obsolete.
That’s all for now. Thanks for reading!
