• The Girl Who Found A Book •Possible Themes: Extreme, Horror, Supernatural, Demons, Non-con, Fantasy
Once upon a time, there was a young pretty girl who found a mysterious book hidden in the woods of a small town. The book was big and heavy, covered with a smooth feeling leather and a golden inverted star embedded right in the middle. The pages were as red as the human blood, giving it an unnerving eerie sensation to it. It also had a lock that was impossible to open, with no signs of a leaver, or a button that would click open. No, the book was sealed tight, as if it was holding something in, rather than keeping any peering eyes away.
Despite the dark satanic look of the book, the girl seemed to be mesmerized by it. It was an intriguing book there was denying that. She should practice caution and stay away from it -nothing good ever comes out from anything that bore the satanic symbol- but she just couldn't help herself. Instead of being repelled by the nature of this artifact, she was attracted to it, as if it was calling her name... ever so softly, ever so tempting...
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Ashley..." It was calling her name... "
Ashley..." ever so softly, "
Ashley...." ever so tempting.
"Ashley, dear, where are you? It's getting late. We need to get home before dinner."The voice of the woman calling out to her broken the trance that she seemed to be in, and blinked at the ever-mysterious book. Something, a small tiny voice told her to burry that thing back in the ground where she found it. But the other voice, a louder voice, told her not to. It was a voice that got her riled up with excitement, that rebellious voice that fed her curiosity.
"Ashley!"And with that, the blonde girl grabbed the book and stuffed it in her backpack.
"Coming Auntie Liz," she yelled back as she scurried her way back towards the edge of the woods to meet both her auntie and uncle who had been packing up the car.
"Did you find anything interesting, dear?" The tall brunette woman asked, who bared no resemblance to the girl.
Ashley just shrugged and climbed up in the car,
"Nothing special, just some rocks.""Alright, ladies...." then her uncle let out, shutting the booth of the car and then went in the driver's seat,
"....buckle up. Time to go home."The 18-year-old put on her seat belt, lifted both her knees up to get comfortable and then put on her headphones to listen to The Cure as the car started and they drove off. Sometimes, Ashley would look at the two in front chatting and wondering what it would have been like if they were her real parents, or if Auntie Liz and Uncle Max were actually her relatives. Friends of her family, they said they were, although there was no one actually alive in Ashley's blood family. But that's as much as they would tell her. Ashley's heritage, her roots, were just as mysterious as the book that was tucked in her bag. She reached out to grab it and hugged the bag tight to her chest while resting her chin on the top as if she was finding comfort and not seconds after, Ashely fell asleep.
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This was an intro of a story that was never received a reply so I would like to revive this. You can interpret it however you like, and I can change the age if it's too young for you but do know that I want to have a dark twist to this story.