The Abandoned Libary

Dearest Anges,

Today was a very strange day. It all started with the daily walk to the library. You know, that small little library that is downtown? My little brother, Everett, begged to come with me. Mother allowed him to come with me. The whole walk was frantic. Everett acted like an untrained dog. Chasing everything within reach, running into people, sticking his tongue out and panting like a beast. It was mortifying Anges. He did it the whole time. Children were laughing, especially the boys and young men. It was so embarrassing being the center of attention like that- and the more they laughed, the more Everett acted up. So I tried the only thing that would work, It should’ve worked.

“Won’t you boys be a dearie and stop laughing? My brother acts up even more when he gets attention, especially laughter!”

They laughed again saying things like, “Yes Mother” and “Mean Mommy”

I glared at them and kept walking, dragging little Everett down the street. I reckon we might even be in the newspaper, what a disgrace that little boy has cast upon us. We were almost at the library, soon the laughter would stop-once we got inside to be exact. Little Everett ran into the library, I raced in after him, not noticing it was closed. The Library was dark and quiet, I couldn’t see Everett anywhere.                                                       “Everett!” I shouted into the silence. No one answered. I shouted again. No answer. My heart beat. Faster. Faster. Faster.                                                                                                          “Hello!” My voice echoed into the darkness. My little brother was gone, lost. Oh, Anges, I was so scared, I had thought my brother had disappeared, but he was right behind me.

I held him and carried him out of the abandoned library. I think I want to go there again! I mustn’t let Mother know, and I mustn’t let Everett come. Oh Anges, I wish you could come into the library with me! Well, I have to go now, Mother wants me to help her make dinner. Have a pleasant day, and don’t forget to right back.

Your Loyal friend,

Esme Blythe

 

History- a poem

I can fly,

when I close my eyes.

Let go of the past,

and fly through all my memories.

Every moment is a story,

part of my history.

It all is a mystery.

Her story,

His story.

It’s all a mystery.

I fly through all my memories,

dream in the future,

dream in the past.

It’s my story,

it’s my history.

 

 

Lost Girl

//I am a lost girl,

lost in dreams.

I am always drifting away,

in dreams.

Every minute is a story,

Everywhere I look.

I wander,

in my deep, deep thoughts.

Becuase I am a lost girl,

Lost in dreams.

Floating away,

inside my mind.

Every second is a story,

Everywhere I look.

I wander,

In my deep, deep thoughts.

I fall,

fall,

fall

fall.

Deeper,

Deeper.

I am a lost girl,

Lost in dreams…//

 

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Thoughts and Constant rambling

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Hello my friends,

I know I haven’t really been writing that much, I’ve been busy lately but I’m not so busy now, so… yeah.

This post is basically thoughts and constant rambling. That sentence sounds like a poem to me and I don’t know why…. like a song.  Anyways I don’t really know what this post really is guys, this is just weird and awkward and crazy. *takes a deep breath*

Readers, just pretend I’m talking to you, okay, good. So pretend you’re helping me write this post and I’m sharing ideas about the post. Let’s start:

So, my friends. What if this post was maybe a daily little thing that I would do every day, spill my juices out (Okay that just sounds creepy.) But what I mean is I share random thoughts and ramblings with you guys, there will be polls and interviews, and- maybe this should be monthly- but I post mini thoughts and constant ramblings each day. So my readers, the first  5 people to comment down below will receive an interview and a shout out at the end of my posts for 2 weeks. Plus, a follow (if I’m not following you already! :))

So basically guys, I’m creating a monthly and daily series of posts’. Please stay tuned for more randomness and thoughts and ramblings and something that doesn’t seem that great but really is epically amazing!

Becuase weird… is the side effect of awesomeness!

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Letters to Unknown: Chapter one

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Dear Unknown,

Hello, my name is Femi. Yes, Femi. I saw this notebook open and I just started to write to you. I think it’s a little dangerous to put your address on the front of a notebook and leave it. What if I was some creepy stranger and I tried to kidnap you? Anyways I am 16 and I love to write. Btw will you write back to me or not. Never mind that, I also was wondering WHO ARE YOU, are you a girl or a boy? What’s your name? How old are you? Thanks for leaving this out here, I really would like haveing someone to talk to.

 Sincerely,

                                         Femi

Femi smiled as she placed the notebook into the mailbox. She walked back across the street and into her house. She had recently found an empty notebook at the library with an address on the cover. Inside the book was a letter saying to write back and send the person the notebook. She thought it sounded like fun… do she did it.  The only problem was that she didn’t know who the person was, it was left hidden- sorta like a mystery. Femi sighed and sat on her bed. The mail man would be coming any second. He would pick up her notebook and send it to the unknown person, and they would become friends! She smiled as she thought her whole plan out in her head. All of a sudden the doorbell rang. Femi rushed downstairs. A package- for her! On top of the package in permanent marker was her name. Femi. She picked up the package and escaped to her room. She slowly opened the package and saw the notebook. The same notebook she had just mailed. “Well, that was kind of creepy” Femi thought out loud as she opened the notebook. Next to her letter was another letter from unknown. Femi smiled… but in seconds her smile turned to a face of horror.

 

To be continued….

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