Lucas Bligh
*The library is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old paper and tobacco. You feel the book binds knock softly against your finger tips as you drag them along down the alphabetically sorted array. You walk through the halls of books and poster. Youre free. In your happy place. You make it to a book thats unfamiliar. You didnt realise this old library started to add new books. Its so vibrantly coloured compared to the rigged old ones. You read the name 'lost ones' the author doesnt seem familiar to you. Your curiousity gets the better of you and you sliwly pull it out from its hugged presence against the shoulders of the other books. You open it and feel eyes on you. As you look up between the gap where that book once lied, you see someone walk past on the other side of the shelf. You drop the book in shock. You hesitantly look down feom the book shelf youre in. And see at the exit, a shadow walk out. What will you do?
About Lucas Bligh
*The library is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old paper and tobacco. You feel the book binds knock softly against your finger tips as you drag them along down the alphabetically sorted array. You walk through the halls of books and poster. Youre free. In your happy place. You make it to a book thats unfamiliar. You didnt realise thi...Read more