Okay so recently I was going through old files and found some old stories I wrote from when I was in grade 6. I was pretty impressed with how well I could write for a 12 year old that was 4 years ago, though yes there is a few grammatical mistakes here and there that I haven't fixed. But the thing is, I DON'T REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENS AFTER AND THE STORY IS UNFINISHED Regardless, here's the story. also, if you want, you can create your own ending to it :D Mr. Linden’s Library It was a blustery day. Rain droplets the size of marbles splattered everywhere and no one had umbrellas because the winds had blown them away. Not that anyone was outside on a day like this. No one expect for Eloise. She held her jacket over her head, but it was no use. The gusts of wind blew in rain from every direction. Soaked to the skin and shivering like a camel in Antarctica, she stumbled on a puddle and landed in the mud. But there was no time for stopping. She had to get to the library. Slowly pushing open the door, she had to grope her way around because the power was out and there were no windows in the library. She finally found her way to the countertop, but Mr. Linden was not there. All of a sudden a flash of light came from the back room. Slowly the room filled with a dim and eerie light. Mr. Linden stood in front of her holding a candle. “Why, hello Eloise. What brings you to my library on such a ghastly day?” That was Mr. Linden. Owning a library and had have read many of the books in them, he was always using large words almost nobody knew about. “I-I need a book.” stammered Eloise. “You see…” But Mr. Linden had already left and was scanning the shelves. He climbed on to the wheelie ladder and reached for a book. “Ouch!” Came Mr. Linden’s cry as he rubbed his arm and climbed down the ladder. “Dear Eloise, can I ask you a favour of climbing up the ladder and reaching that book for me? My arms are not what they used to be probably because I’m so old.” “Sure thing Mr. Linden!” said Eloise and clambered up the ladder. “Which one do I pick?” “The green one next to the one titled ‘Away in the Darkness’.” Eloise tried to pull the book off the shelf, but it was very heavy and she was beginning to lose her balance. She screamed and tumbled off the ladder, with all the books coming after her. “Oh, Eloise! Are you alright?” asked Mr. Linden. “I think so,” said Eloise. She dusted herself off and began picking up the books that had fallen. Then she noticed an unusually large book with no title. She leafed through the thin pages and the words seemed to dance before her eyes. “Mr. Linden, I think I’ve found my book.” He took it from her and blew the dust off the cover. His eyes seemed to flame as he turned the pages. “Um, Eloise, I don’t think you’ll like this book. It’s filled with boring facts and paragraphs.” “But I like facts,” protested Eloise. She took the book and checked it out by herself and ran out the door. She looked back and saw Mr. Linden watching her with a pitiful look on his face. *** The rain had let up a little, but even so Eloise tucked the book safely under her coat. Once she got home, she tiptoed past her father sleeping on the couch and ran upstairs to start reading it. The words were still dancing and suddenly she felt like she had a headache and she walked to the bathroom to take an Advil. When she walked back to her room she forgot to check if it was ‘drowsy’ or not, but it was. And she fell asleep when her head hit the pillow. During the night the storm came back and lightning flashed outside her window. It turns out Eloise had forgotten to close the latch that locked her window, and the winds slowly pushed it open. Drops of rain splattered into the room and wet the papers on her desk. The breeze flew around the room like a fairy. As if the wind had eyes and a brain, it spotted the book lying next to Eloise and whistled through the thin pages. All of a sudden large gusts of wind shot through the room and flipped open the cover of the book. After this, the storm died down and the moon shone like a golden flashlight in the sky. Along the horizon the sky began getting lighter; the first sign of dawn… but not for Eloise. The book had now begun shaking and shimmering and the pages quivered even though there was no wind in the room. then one of the periods on the page grew bigger and bigger until it was the size of a marble. In fact, it seemed to become a small black marble and almost rolled off the page. Then a tiny crack split the marble and the tiny granite pieces shattered in every which direction. From where the tiny marble had been appeared a seed. It sat there as if waiting for something. Just then Eloise rolled over and a drop of slobber dribbled onto the seed. All of a sudden the seed grew into a vine that crept around the room. Three blocks away, Mr. Linden lay awake in his bed shaking. That poor, poor Eloise, He thought. He had warned her about the book, but it was already too late. Back in Eloise’s room; which wasn’t really her room anymore, she lay on a soft bed of stale bread and banana peels. She felt a soft, warm breeze on her face. Slowly opening her eyes, she almost screamed but her throat was too tight and parched. Looking down on her was a dog. Wait, yes, it was, in fact a dog. She sat up and looked into its soft brown eyes. It was a medium-sized dog with short, brown fur with a couple grey spots on it showing age and wisdom. The dog took one step back and it was then that Eloise realized that it only had three legs. The front right leg was nothing but an immobile stump that hung like a lifeless corpse. She was staring at it when she almost couldn’t believe herself of what she saw or heard. “Welcome, Eloise. I’ve been expecting you.” No, it could be. Was this canine really speaking? Eloise closed her eyes and tried to wake up in her bed in her room, but every time she opened her eyes the dog was still there. This couldn’t be happening! Thought Eloise as a tear rolled down her cheek. She started sobbing and the dog walked up to her and licked the tears off her face. “Is-is this a dream?” Eloise finally got the courage to speak. “If that’s what you want to call it, then yes it is. Think of it as a trip out of your soul.” The dog’s voice was soft and smooth and was almost comforting to Eloise, though she was still confused on her new surroundings. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Stephen Williams, but you may call me Stephen Williams.” A million questions began stirring in Eloise’s mind. Why was she here? Where did the dog come from? What happened to his leg? Where was she? How could she return home?
