A girl was reading in the library. But it wasn't a normal library. It was filled with candy canes. The librarian was a witch in disguise, luring avid readers who feed on the stories before she puts them in her books. Her guard lions made sure nobody escaped.
The witch used the flaming rubber ducky of doom to cast her spell. The witch tried to cast the spell on the girl, because the girl had been visiting the library a few times. However, one of the lions was defective, and chose instead to rescue the girl and save her from her fate of becoming a book character.
The girl ended up being an undercover agent of supernatural monster hunters, and she busted the witch to her boss. The witch was arrested, and the girl used the rubber ducky to reverse the spell.
The tattered curtains of the library swung and fluttered as the books fell from the shelves, falling open; the girl only watched with wide eyes, Thomasin the lion just beside her, as the pages flipped through all the books, a bright light emanating as words from the pages began to lift and swirl, forming figures bent as if they were reading; and he girl could not believe her eyes, letting out a cry of astonishment while Thomasin rumbled in his throat, as nthe figures formed the missing people the witch had captured.
Hundreds of people, young and old, thick and thin, of all colors and ethnicity filled every space; every chair wa filled, people sat on tables and desks, the tops of shelves. The library wasn't quiet anymore. Thomason resumed his station by the door, turning back into the statue he once was, long before the witch had cursed him.
The library emptied nearly as soon as it had filled, everyone thrilled to return to their lives and the families left behind. The books that had once littered the shelves were blank; you can't have a story without characters.
And as the girl walked slowly to the door, she paused beside the statue of the lion, sitting up and alert, and smiled; standing on her tiptoes, she placed a kiss on the lion's nose, and spoke.
"May you be smiled upon, Thomasin."
The soft footsteps faded in the empty building, the click of the door the only sound left to echo against the walls.
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Short Stories, Poems, and Prompts for Practice Writing
Narrativa generaleA compilation of the prompts and the stories I came up with in order to regain my ability to put pen to paper. Let's see how I did! Please feel free to use these prompts for your own writing, and let me know what you think! Who knows, I may expand o...
