Donald walked along the shelves, looked at the books. He knew people actually read these things.
“Maybe just a try,” he thought. “For the laugh of it.”
He grabbed one, pulled it out.
“Ouuuch!” The book fell on the floor. His hand was bleeding. “It… It bit me!”
More books fell out of the shelves. He jumped back. Razor sharp teeth appeared, snapping at him. Attacking him. Biting him.
The biting books came flying… (More)
…One day, deep in the darkest parts of the old library, he found a book. The words pierced his soul like a summer breeze, like soothing honey, like bare feet in warm sea water.
He sunk into a world he had never known, he swam through knowledge and wisdom. He went deeper, touching the truth beyond it all. He knew there would be light in the end of the tunnel.
Two eyes stared at him…
The book was waiting for her in the shelf, as it always was. Waiting to be opened, to be read, … More