The ancient book lay motionless staring up at the grey sky. It’s pages were blanketed in moss and lichen from decades being left in the crumbling fortress. The book had lay there, undetected waiting for someone to unravel its secrets. Every once and awhile somebody would venture through the ruins, to where the book lay silently awaiting them. Unaware of what lay ahead the lost travelers wandered right into the books trap. Once they read the ancient inscriptions the book caught them sending them into the world of make believe. From where they could never return.
By Zoe
Amazing story Zoe!
ReplyDeleteI really like how your story is a lot different to other people and your describing words. Next time work on your punctuation.
~Amber T :)