Lacy letters traveled over dusty pages, leaving trails of ink in their wake, telling stories of deceptions and romances, of fantasy and fairy tale, of love and of hate. It was the library. The place where souls go to rest, where they go to immerse themselves in other worlds, and alternate universes. And it was the place where Emily worked.
It was what she did in her spare time, volunteer at the library. And she had a peculiar gift. If a person would ask her about a book, providing a title, she could instantly visualize where the book was and what it looked like, even if she had never seen it before. She was known for it, too.
But one day, when a mysterious visitor came in to ask about a spell book, and she could see that it was in an underground fortress, she realized her gift was more than just talent. It was magic.
What was she going to do about the spell book? The mysterious stranger? Her gift? Take it from here to find out!!
On my way to go camping :). About to get ice cream lol. Thanks for reading!
Payton Janae :).
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Writing Prompts (Over One Hundred)
RandomHave you ever daydreamed? Spent hours, minutes, seconds. . . In dream land? Where you create your own stories and fantasies and romances? Because I daydream all the time, the only difference is I write them down. So here you go, read some of my "day...
