What The Book Holds...

--( Kris's Point Of View )--

As soon as I ran into the house I ran straight up to my room without even saying a hello to my mother. I threw my bag just into any random corner of my room and carries the book to the bed with me.

i lowered myself into the bed and held the book tightly in my hands. Once I was ready and comfy I noticed how old the cover looked, I opened it was extreme care. It had a name written in fine writing but it was to small to be read from the naked eye.

i noticed that the pages where very old. They where folded, bent and crinkled. Like how you would see an old book these days. the pages also looked like they where made of a bark. Not the paper you see now but more of a browny paper.

i flipped the next page to see the same two words again. 'DONT READ' I felt like I shouldn't but we all know when something says you shouldn't read... You just have to see what it's talking about.

so I flipped the next page and saw it again 'DONT READ' by this point I.was getting tired of it so I flipped 4 more pages until I came to propar writing.

it looked like it was ok the form of a fairy tale. The first letter of the writing always big and fancy while the rest just follow a long blandly. the one picture that stray above the writing. Like trying to show something. But only turns out as a picture in the eyes of children.

The picture looked different though. As if it were hiding something. But I just ignored it and started to read the writing.

'Once Apon A Time, there was a man who wore black and whte and lurked in the shadows'

Before I knew it the scene around me was changing. I was no longer on my bed not even inside my house. Every thing looked dull. Nothing had colour. Every thing was a mix of blacks, whites, and greys.

I was out side sitting cross leggered with the book in my lap. It was opened to a double page that had a picture that was covering both pages. It looked more drawn then an actual picture. But it was drawn with such talent and detail that you could see every line. Every flaw, every single detail that was added to this picture.

the way the houses where drawn with big shadows behind them. The way you could just tell things where lurking in those shadows. It was just so breath taking. It still managed to look amazing even after the age of the book.

Come me to think if it these pages didn't look old... it was very odd but I wasn't complaining. It was just stunning.

While exaiming the picutre I saw something move in the corner of my eye. When I tired to face it I was met with a shadow lurking over me. I was staring at a pair of legs. I looked up wards to see the very man that was on the first picture... But who is he?

Notes

I think it nice to just have A chapter where all you can write is pure detail. No speech just detail. It is my favourite thing about writing. The detail :)
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Magic Out--