Our Stories

Intro

Intro

Delia wasn’t much of a reader. Instead, she preferred to watch the events play out before her very eyes on a wide movie screen or on the television in her living room. Books took too long to finish, Delia found, and she often abandoned a book when a boring patch came to play. At least with movies and shows the boring patches flew by in five to ten minutes.

Despite her distaste of books, Delia found herself in the local library on a rainy Friday night. Most libraries weren’t open at 8:35 on Fridays, but for some odd reason the run-down public library just down the road from her small house was. And currently Delia found herself appreciating the odd extended hours of the library more than she appreciated a good cup of hot chocolate. And she loved hot chocolate.

Due to the weak electrical wires that brought Delia her warmth, light, and television, the storm had easily cut her off from electricity. And with her friends all out of town and her non-existent boyfriend being, well, non-existent, Delia had no where to go other than the library or remain in her now cold and electricity-lacking house. Obviously, Delia chose to sprint to the library in the rain. Despite the weak structure of the library, it still had electricity.

Delia had been at the library a total of twenty minutes before the boredom gnawing at her finally made her do something she hadn’t done for months. Seek out a good book to read.

She first tried the romance section, only to quickly leave after seeing several covers of very . . . Revealing men and women. Then she had tried fantasy, but everything there had already been written a million times and was, quite frankly, dull and boring. Delia had even tried looking through the science-fiction books, but she found herself not understanding the simple summaries let alone the book itself.

She was close to giving up when a small, dirty-white coloured book caught her eye. It was wedged between two thick books, and took Delia a good several minutes to yank out. The book appeared worn out slightly, as if it had been read many times before. 

“‘Our Stories’,” Delia mumbled, reading the gold cursive writing on the cover. “Strange, it doesn’t have an author.” 

Shrugging, Delia brought the book with her to the large brown bean-bag chair seated in the corner of the kids section. What? It was far more comfortable than those wooden chairs in the adult section. 

Plopping herself down, Delia got comfortable, sighing in content when she finally felt relaxed. 

As she opened the book Delia noticed how the pages seemed slightly crumpled, as if they had been written on instead of merely read. And when she turned to the first page, evident hand-written font stared up at her. 

“Welcome to the book of stories.” Delia mumbled, reading the text aloud. “Written, experienced, and read by people just like you.”

The book didn’t exactly sound very appealing to Delia, but being too lazy to go and get another book, Delia continued reading, not knowing that the book she was about to read was far more than just a mere book.

“These are their tales. Some are sad while others are silly. Some are happy and some may make you furious. But they’re all true. From the first word to the very last, everything you are about to read was experienced by people just like you.

“These are our stories, will your’s join?”

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A/N: Weak intro, I know :\ hopefully it'll get better though. This will just be a bunch of oneshots pretty much with maybe a conclusion to actually make it a book. Maybe.

Dedicated to @taygetsthegay :)