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Prompt #2 - "Place of Wonders"

A/N: here's the image prompt entry! Enjoy :)

Sienna's pov:

I go by the name Sienna.

I'm an average teenage nerd, nothing special about me; I consist of flannels, beanies, books. Square glasses decorate my face and aid my terrible eyesight. Deep auburn hair falls to my shoulders in soft waves, rarely brushed. My personality is composed of various fictional characters. I live a normal life with a normal family in a normal town. There is, however, one peculiar thing...

The library.

The street that held the library was dull and usually damp with rainwater, giving it a dismal aura. Most buildings blended with the gray of the sky, the scattered trees caught dim rays of sun and were rustled by the breeze. It's just... bland.

Then there was the library; a building of rustic red brick. There was something enticing about it from the outside that no one was able to pinpoint. But inside, though...

It felt nearly as if the library on Willow Street could alter time itself.

As stupid as it sounds, that's the best explanation.

It's a normality for me to visit each day, to revel in the gifts of the literature. I could stay for a short while and it would feel like an eternity. I could stay throughout the day and it would feel like mere seconds...

The aged print held wisdom and adventure, engraved on worn pages to be displayed throughout time. Most books look ancient already; the frayed corners of the spine and the creases of the dog-eared pages said enough.

I sauntered into the library, taking in its slightly musky—but nonetheless comforting—scent. The room was stocked with books all around. I had memorized the shelf placement long ago, so I went directly to the genre I wanted...

10:00 a.m. was a perfect time for reading historical fiction. The genre was like a social studies lesson without the confinements of school (and the early starting time, too). It's amazing to delve in a tale so fantastic and realize it's based on actual history. These would tell of a figure of significance, sophistication, and utmost bravery. In the mornings, an enjoyable historical fiction book was ideal for refreshing the mind with a past event.

12:00 p.m. brought intricate puzzles of mystery. A mystery book is a good follow-up to dust off any remaining cobwebs of drowsiness. Thinking about the case's elements got the brain gears churning effectively. Curling up in a corner with a lunch muffin and a mystery novel brought a renewed feeling of satisfaction. These featured detectives of curiosity and attentiveness, every possibility under their consideration. Mystery let the mind absorb facts and evidence provided by the tiniest fragments of detail.

It's now 2:00 p.m... After a mystery novel of precise thinking, what could be better to unwind with than a classic romance? Nothing like escaping the facts with cliches and mindless romantic tales. The kind of book that made you wish you had a significant other. An attractive protagonist of indecisive confusion, carefully deciding on their next move. Dramatic, sappy, and a kind of stupid suspense; it implores you to keep reading since you're wondering about a happy ending. Surprise, surprise, the main character ends up with the love interest.

After all of that lovey-dovey drama, at 4:00 p.m., it's time for a science fiction. Futuristic idealisms of awe, intriguing technological concepts. A protagonist of intellect and wisdom, a partner composed of circuits and bolts. Perhaps a dystopian world where they possess no power, where they want to rebel and live freely. To read of the scientific exchange of knowledge and quick wits felt like a whole new discovery.

Realistic fiction was perfect at 6:00 p.m. With fries in close proximity, the pages would be turned with three fingers as to not smudge them with grease. In a more modern setting, the average protagonist has to adjust to change in their lifetime. They meet new people, some willingly, some not, some kindly, some rudely. Their experiences were somehow the same as and different from my own at the same time... Reading about someone so similar to myself brought a feeling of reminiscence.

At 8:00 p.m., the sun had set, leaving only the library lights to illuminate the pages of an adventure book. A protagonist of brave and daring—strength, as well—to embark on an impossible quest. The action-packed chapters of an adventure novel create suspense unlike that of a simple romance. The character fights for survival, wielding a fierce and ultimate weapon, staring into the eyes of death itself. It's too good to put down. Do they live or perish?

Indulging in an action story like that means that I've probably lost track of time... it's now 10:00 p.m. A horror story seems like a good choice. Although I might be tired, I'm not quite finished yet. A clueless protagonist unknowingly partakes in a questionable act, now having to face the spooky consequences. If described in enough detail, I'd swear there was someone watching me from a distance while I was reading. It's a quality horror book if it leaves paranoia and chills.

Deciding it would be best not to leave at night with such horrific things on my mind, I pull out a fantasy book at 12:00 a.m. Uplifting topics of magic and impossibilities create a divine illusion. A perky protagonist would have to confront evil and rid it from their world. The ideas only conceivable with a great imagination wash out all of my former terror.

I glanced around to realize that the moon glowed through the darkness. It's not quite closing time; there were still a few people that trickled in, although most of them leaked out to leave. I exit the building to be bitten by the crisp, night air.

There was no doubt about it, I thought to myself with a small smile. That library was a place of wonders.

WORD COUNT: just less than 1000

Prompt: the image on the TeenFiction prompts book; week #2