Dremily She

Once there was a little girl with eyes the colour of the clouds. She wore a long white dress to her knees. Her name was Elizabeth, a name passed down from her auntie. She had a book she always loved to read. It had a black thick cover and rough brown paper. She had Her name written at the end of the book. The Book was an extraordinary one. Some may Say it is an unimaginable one. The book had the ability to speak. Elizabeth mostly found it hard to read. This way helped her understand the book. Everyday she reads the book. And it was surprising that it kept giving out new stories everyday but little did she know the book was taking her soul.