{{{so here it is,,, this was a school assignment but i ended up really liking the story i wrote. the assignment was to write a story on a picture caption or title or any combination i used a caption and a title}}}


Carly loved to read, every time she opened a book she felt as though she had been transported to a different time and place. When she went to the library she always looked for the old and beat up books; for she thought those were old and beat up because their stories were timeless and they had been read so many times.

That's why she fell in love with John. His father owned the library therefore John knew every book. He shared Carly's love of reading, he did not only know where the book was and how to find it, he recognized the authors by an opening sentence. He understood that books can be your chance to escape the world you are living in. They can let you be anyone you want, and let you do anything you want to do.

John and Carly loved to sit on the tall winding staircase and read or sometimes even watch the rest of the people in the library. It was amusing to watch chubby Mrs. Hilnoc waddle up and down the aisles looking for her two boys. Watching Mr. Kannin pacing up and down the rows of shelves looking for the perfect book, which he never seemed to find, did not get boring. One day John and Carly walked up the stairs and began to wander through shelves just to see what was there.

You see, no one ever went to the second story and nobody seemed to know why. Everyone was waiting for somebody else to make the next move so John and Carly decided to make it. There was nothing special about the 2nd floor, except the fireplace. In the corner an antique looking fireplace with beautiful marble carvings down the side was just, kind of there. It seemed so out of place but one look showed you why no one ever took it down. The marble was covered in elaborate flowers and animals that seemed to come to life. After this discovery Carly and John often went upstairs to sit in front of the fireplace. Today was no more special than any other day, or so they thought

"John, why doesn't you father ever come up and join us?"

"Well, I haven't exactly told him about it. I like having a place that is all our own, one that no one else knows about."

"But what if one of the twins walks up here they could burn themselves in the fire." Carly said sounding worried.

"Don't worry I'm sure Mrs. Hilnoc taught them not to play with fire, anyways nobody ever comes up here anymore. And if it makes you feel better we won't leave until the fire is completely burned out." Said John laughing.

"Oh, alright." hesitated Carly.

As she rested her head on his shoulder she still felt a pang of guilt. John's dad does have a right to know. Doesn't he? Carly began to wonder what his reaction would be. Is he going to be mad because we did not tell him or will he be happy because... but before she could finish her thought she realized she was sitting on something hard and uncomfortable. Carly moved to slide it out from under her and was surprised to see a book. Yes, this is a library but how could it have gone unnoticed. If no one hade been upstairs in a long time it had to have been there for years but it looked as though someone had just got done reading it. John turned and asked Carly what she was looking at. When she showed him the book he read the title out loud.

"Forever, ends sooner than you think."

"What a weird title¡¨ said Carly "have you ever heard of it John?"

"No, I haven't but I don't think we should be messing around with it. Maybe we should go tell my dad." And with that he pulled the book from her and started for the stairs.

As they arrived in Mr. Linden¡¦s office they saw he was reading yet another book. When John pulled the book from his fingertips Mr. Linden seemed dazed, it took him a minute to remember where he was.

"Oh, hello John. Hello Carly," Mr. Linden said.

"Dad, have you ever seen this book?" John asked.

When Mr. Linden looked at the book he seemed shocked. It was a good 5 minutes before he began to speak.

"Where did you find this?" Mr. Linden worriedly asked.

"Up stairs on the... " Carly started to say but before she could finish her sentence Mr. Linder interrupted.

"Put that back where you found it and never touch it again." John opened his mouth but before he could say anything his father once again interrupted.

"John, this book is full of dangerous things if you are to ever open it you must consider your fate sealed." With that Mr. Linden pushed the two of them out of the office.

John told Carly that he had to leave for work or he would be late. She took the book from him and headed for the stairs. Carly had no intention of returning the book, instead her intention was to read it from cover to cover. She wasn't going to be scared off by some old man's warning, in fact the warning is what intrigued her the most. She walked up the stair case alone and for a moment wanted John to be with her. Although the feeling passed as she walked faster up the stairs anticipating the story that was waiting.

After the fireplace was rekindled the flames seem to come alive, they left dancing shadows on the wall. When Carly opened the book she felt a chill in the air. The book was about a girl and a boy who both loved books as much as each other. Carly smiled the book sounded like her and John.

It started out sweet and simple, boy meets girl they fall in love and he promises her they'll be together forever. Everything is perfect, but next the author threw in a horrifying twist. The girl reads a magical book then her house burns down and all of her family dies. Then when she goes to tell the boy what happened and to ask for help she also finds him dead. She decides she needs to destroy the book before anything else can happen so she throws it into an antique marble fireplace. Although its still too late. With the book only halfway burned it works it's magic and the girl drops dead.

Carly closed the book, the library was probably empty due to the fact that she could see the moon out side of the window. Usually Carly did not mind being alone but now she grew scared and ran down stairs without putting out the fire. After she realized her mistake she went back upstairs closed the still open book and put the fire out, then left the library.

It had been months since Carly had read the book, but she still felt uneasy. She woke up many nights in a cold sweat after a dream, no a nightmare about the book. Finally after one night where she woke up screaming so loud she woke up the whole house, she made a decision. She told Mr. Linden about the book and the dreams but he just looked at her with pure scorn. He yelled so loud and forcefully that Carly was both frightened and disturbed.

"YOU STUPID GIRL! YOU HAVE CURSED YOURSELF AND MY SON! NOW EVERYTHING IS RUINED, YOU DESTROYED IT ALL!"

"I'm sorry sir but I didn't mean any harm, I was only curious. It was..." Carly could not complete her sentence she was crying so hard.

She ran out of the library and began to run down the street to her house tears streaming down her face. Something was wrong though people were running the opposite way. And that's when she saw it. Smoke was blowing in the powerful gusts of wind. At that second she knew what was happening, that smoke could be coming from only one place. As much as she wished to be wrong she knew she wasn't.

When she reached her house her greatest fear was slowly building up in front of her. The flames coming from her house where now taller than the 1st floor. Carly know it wouldn't be long before the whole house went up in flames. She could hear the screams as the house continued to burn. Why is no one helping? Where are the fire trucks? Carly stood in front of the house watching her whole life go up in flames. She could not stop staring, she wondered how the book knew what was going to happen.

It wasn't long before Carly remembered John. She had to find him and warn him before he met the same fate as her family. The first place she looked was his house. The door was no option considering the fact that Carly never wanted to see Mr. Linden again. The window was her only choice. She moved to the side of the house and knocked on John's window. No one came to the window in fact the house seemed deserted. There was nowhere else Carly could think to look.

Then it came to her, the character in the book was found under a bridge, and the only bridge in town was Waycroft bridge. She sprinted down the street, turning right on Plum Avenue and then left on Cherry Boulevard. She arrived at the bridge and could not see anyone. Carly searched under the whole entire thing. A feeling of joy overwhelmed her. If John was not here then he could not be dead. Although once again her curiosity overtook her and she climbed up the hill and stood on top of the bridge. That's when she saw him hanging by the rope.

Carly was overcome with feelings of deep despair and misery. She had done this, it all was her fault. He wasn't the one who read the book but he still gets to suffer. But it was at that point when she knew that unless she could beat the last twist of fate her life would also come to an end.

As she walked into the library the familiar smell and the yellow tinge of the lights comforted Carly. Walking up the tall winding stair case, the same one that John and her had walked up many times before, she realized she couldn't fight fate. But before she could take another step she collapsed on the fifteenth stair and began to cry her eyes out. The tears would not stop flowing , the harder she tried to stop the more she knew that she couldn't. Carly was glad that the library was empty, glad that no one was there to pass anymore judgment on her, glad that soon it would all be over.

She managed to stop sobbing long enough to finish climbing the staircase and walk down the long aisles of books. With every step the books on ether side of her began to mock her. Their brightly colored covers and the elegantly written titles seem to say "you got what you deserved, you were told not to touch that book but do you listen? No, you could have picked one of us. Well its too late now, you dug your own grave." She ignored them as she walked faster, and faster, now she was running. She turned the corner and saw those two chairs facing each other. They were still next to the marble fireplace.

The book was lying open on one of them. This book had ruined her life, it is what caused all the misery and pain. She picked it up and threw it into the magically lit fire place. The book did not burn fast enough it was only halfway burned when she remembered. He had warned her about the book. Now it was too late. With a scream she clutched her heart and fell to the floor. On the floor she lay till the librarian found her the next day„„„


so what do you think?

okay, it was written well enough, no mistakes, but the plot was quite... well it left alot to be desired. there is zero elaboration, and when your plot is that far-fetched you should make the effort to pull the reader in to believe it. this genre seems very... tales from the cryptkeeper-like.

you can definitely write, but the plot is very vague.

thanks
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the reason the plot was so out there was because the person i wrote it for {{my teacher}} is yet to say anything about my writing and i wanted her to notice it for something. If she won't say im good at least i can get her to give me advise like you just did.

there's nothing wrong with the plot being out-there, it's just that you need to create a more elaborate setting and a more developed story.