I'm choking.
Yet my body still breathes the breath of life from underneath me.
My body, once warm with the glow of a burning sun, sits frozen in a pool of dark water.
If only I...
If only I had reached out faster.
"I once read a story. A very unusual story. About a place that couldn't be reached because you chose to. You go there when it's time too. Ah ... but you can't reach it in this world."
"Not by walking...?"
"Nope."
"What about driving?"
"Can't do that either."
"Then it has to be by flight! Right?"
"Hmmm... close... you see, you can only reach it in your mind."
"Why?"
"Because it's in a different world, in a far away place, floating in the sky on a piece of rock where there is only a door."
"Does the door go anywhere?"
"It does, but it's locked."
"Locked?!"
"Why yes, it'll be rude to just walk in. So you ring the bell... and the door will magically open, revealing a cozy room with a fireplace. Then you will hear the person waiting for you to speak these words..."
"If you are a wisher, tell me your wish. If you are a storyteller, enlighten me with your stories. And if you are a dreamer, tell me your dreams. There's so much to talk about in only a few hours. Please, come in, so we may inspire each other. It's best you don't refuse."
"Whoa! What is that place?!"
"Well... Some people call it, 'the door of dreams'... But I know it as 'The Invitation'."
YOU ARE READING
The book of scraps
FantasyA young girl who calls herself scraps awakes in front of a boy named Andy in his back yard. When suddenly things starts to get strange and force them to go to a world beyond anyones understanding.
