Hallow Inside
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
851
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Tomes of Eden
Courtsville Grove was an average-sized, quiet town. On the cusp of this town was an old bookshop named Tomes of Eden; where inside it was a slow and quiet night. A young man busied himself in the Odd section of the large store. A section filled ceiling-high with books of the stranger sort. Cerulean eyes casually scanned the books on the dark oak shelves. Most of them were covered in a thin blanket of dust, as this section wasn’t used too often. Dexter, was a thin, average-height boy with blue eyes and blond, curly locs that ran in silkened tendrils mid-neck. While thin, his body was still lined with subtle muscles, which allowed him to move with confidence and grace. He had pale skin and a handsome face that was almost elf-like. He shifted on the ladder in an attempt to reach something…a book of interest. He’d been looking at it all week whilst stocking this section; like an energy was drawing him to it as he stared at the crackled texture of the spine. As he reached out a pale hand to grab it, he ignored a black spider with yellow markings crawling out of a cranny near the book.
He shifted it off the shelf, and could make out the leather, worn cover; intricate detail with an emboss of angel wings. A beautiful set, colored in brilliant Silver with blotches of luminous crimson and gold. The book felt cool in his hands, but that feeling changed as he ran his thumb over the edge of a silver wing…and a strange feeling of familiarity settled into his bones as is mind disconnected.
///// his vision was covered in vermilion petals; a deep blood red the scent of floral and dried leaves//a full moon as bright as gold appeared, bathing the landscape in orange hue//amongst the spooky scene was a boy who looked no older than himself. the boy was crouched on the ground and cupping something unidentifiable in his hands. his vision blurred and focused again. the boy looked up, golden eyes boring into his own with an intensity that--/////
He snapped back to reality, realizing he was still on the ladder in the Odd section.
What…was that? He thought, shaken and somewhat disoriented.
His mind was just adjusting when suddenly; the lights went out and flooded everything in black. Any sparse bit of illumination at all was all the way on the other side of the store, too far to help him over here.
Shit! This place needs more windows. How am I to see? The blonde wobbled uncertainly on the ladder, trying to get down.
Precariously placed at the top of the ladder, he took a step down. Then another, his careful pants of breath were amplified in the pitch-dark room. On the forth step down, something slick on the ladder caused his foot to slip and he went tumbling to the ground. The bookshelves were high up in this section. He could easily break a bone or smack the back of his head on one of the shelves behind him on his way down. His stomach clenched and his eyes widened in a few sickening moments of free fall…until his feet hit the ground. He let out a confused gasp and he felt the soft texture of a feather graze his cheek.
He stumbled in the dark, more shaken than before and barely noticing as the lights in the store turned back on. He was just falling! How could he possibly be back on the ground safely? And what had touched him?!
“Jeremy?!” He called out to the other boy working there with a shuttery breath.
No Answer. He took a long look around and came to realize that no one else was there. Did Jeremy leave? Deciding that he’d had enough of being here tonight, he closed the shop alone and left.
He got outside and it was pouring rain. If it weren’t for the lightning streaking through the sky, he wouldn’t have seen the thick, grey clouds overhead. Thunder cracked loudly every couple of minutes as the rain torrented down from the skies. Dexter took shelter under the bookstore’s awning while he rummaged though his messenger for an umbrella. His fingers touched not only the cool fabric of his umbrella, but also the crackled surface of a book. He tore open the bag and saw that he still had the old book from the Odd section with him. He must’ve stuffed it in his bag without realizing.
He figured he’d better return it before he got in trouble with his boss…but there’s no sense in doing it now something in his mind decided. Dexter wanted to get home so he hurried the mile to his apartment.