The Author

The Secret

As I sit and think about what happened today. Nicholas runs up and steals my bag and hides out in his room.

"Don't touch that!" I yell at him as I give chase.

As he dumps out my bag on his floor he instantly gravitates to the new journal.

"What's that?" He asks.

"It's my new journal, put it back and don't open it!"

Being the rebellious little brother he is, he has to open it, and to my surprise it has a catalog of all the runes I have ever written, most of which were only in my old notebook.

"I don't see what's so special about it besides being older than dirt"

"Yup nothing special now give it back" I say as i try to get it back from him.

"No way I have a new word to add"

"OH NO" I think to myself as he grabs the pen and begins to write.

"ChuckUp means barf" he says as he writes it, creativity obviously leans in my favor, nonetheless the page falls to the ground and turns into what looks like a mixture of chicken noodle soup, corn dogs, and fries, and a few other indescribable chunks.

Nicholas jumps back as a bit of the rancid substance lands on his shoes.

"What just happened?!" he asks in both shock and wonder.

"Nothing, you're dreaming, now give me back the journal!"

"NO WAY! That totally just happened, now explain!"

"Fine! That is a magic notebook, anything that you write in it becomes reality, then you use the pen to make it happen, I don't know how it works or where it came from, I just picked it from a random bookstore after this jerk at school burned mine to a crisp."

"So...can we have some fun with it?"

"No"

"Please"

"No"

"Don't you"

"No"

"If you won't I will" as he writes himself to be invisible I swear under my breath.

"Visos Claritas, Clarity of Vision" I say out loud willing it to be.

Suddenly I can see colors I have never seen before, deep purples, and dark reds, I can see the natural heat of things, and I can see Nicholas. I tackle him and grab the journal. Once it is back in my hands, he turns visible again and my vision returns to normal.

"I thought you had to write it down for it to work?" he says a little angry that he couldn't get away.

"I thought so too, but maybe since my name is on the cover I can use my words even without it"

I open the journal and see that it has written a response in it's pages, it says "When you wrote your name you claimed these pages of power and thus claimed that power for yourself, however that does not prevent others from writing their own twisted words in these pages. Guard them with your life"

"What are you staring at? There is nothing on that page?" Nicholas' comment snaps me out of some sort of trance.

"Yes there is, can't you see that?"

"No, there is nothing on that page."

Then the page changes to read "Only you who have claimed the power of these pages can read from these pages, I can show many things but only to you"

"So apparently the journal is shy, it will only talk to me"

Nicholas looks at me like I'm crazy, "I just saw a piece of paper turn into a pile of barf before my eyes but even that sounds a little crazy."

I shake my head and smile, maybe I am a little crazy, or maybe, just maybe I am a creative genius, maybe I am a superhero, maybe I am The Author.

"So what do now" asks Nicholas

"I say we have some fun"