The Room of Books

The Room

Author: English isn't my first language, please don't hate me if there are mistakes. Like, a lot of them. You can point them out (nicely) though!

The cover  was made by my friend Svea H.

Enjoy!

Hello,

my book loving friend. 

I wonder why you decided to click on this story. Do you love it, when a book breaks down the third wall? Or are you simply curious, like mouse that follows the smell of cheese? Until it hears a metallic sound followed by a sharp pain, when the mouse trap takes it's live?

Now, do not fear young one. There is no danger awaiting you. Only Promises and temptation.

You want to know who i am? See my friend, i do not have a name like you do. I'm the voice in your head. I am your ears, your eyes, the sensation of your skin. I might not have a name, but i've got a title. They call me the narrator.

For now, we've talked enough about me.

The story begins. Are you exited?

***

The text in front of your eyes swifts, swists, rolls up like a snake biting into it's tail. Slowly, it transformes into a square room. The warm light that shines through a window in the roof makes it look inviting. Heavy book shelfs appear, their wooden surface has the colour of caramel candies. On top of the shelfes in a thin layer of dusk, that built up over the years.

Do you like the describtion of the room? I could include some pillows and seating if you want.

Your look falls on the cover of an old book, the pages became yellowish from the time, or from too much orange juice. Drawings of fantastic creatures adorn the envelope. Curiousity rises within you, and you decide to read the first page. It says:

"Be greeted. 

Once upon a time, i lived with my mother in a small hut in the woods. Because i always wore the red rood my grandmother gave my, i was nicknamed me the little 'Red Riding Hood'. Pesonaly, i think the nickname is rather annoying, but anyway. One day, my mother hat the great idea, to give me a basket with bred and wine and sent me to my sick grandmother. Because she lived at the other end of the forest, i had to walk through the dark wood where the wolf lived. My mother told me: 'BARK. BARK!'

What, where did my mother go? Why is there a dog now? Are you the bad wolf?

 'Bark.Bark!'"

Confused, you close the book. Suddenly, you hear a voice next to you. A delicate women is standing next to a book case and smiles at you. Her skin has the colour of cappuccino and wild curls where bound in a loose pig tail.

"Ah, another reader. Before you ask, i'm Linn."

Her warm eyes are comforting. You make a step towarts her and introduce yourself. Suddenly, you wonder what role she plays in this story, as everyone seems to have one.

Linn seems to be reading your mind: "Oh, i'm one of the side characters. Come, i'll show you around."

All the new informations are buzzing around in your head. Why was there a dog in 'the little Red Riding Hood'? And what is this place?

You decide to take a break from the story to get a drink and some snacks, before you continue reading.