The stairs seem to draw me down into the black abyss making it impossible for me to remove my eyes. “How?” something pokes into the side of my arm. I peel my eyes off the stairs to look down at the object poking me. It was a bronze key that seems worn by time. “Tell him I sent you down.” I reach for the key nodding as I do. She hands me the key. I look back to the door and take another deep breath. I take a few steps towards the door; I look back to the librarian. she went to help someone check-out a book. I turn back to the door and stick the key into the lock and twist it. Click. The door creaks open enough to create a crack and I push it all the way open I take a few steps inside; Clank. I turn to look back at the door. It has closed. I take in another breath before continuing down the stairs. Step after step I get farther away from the library light; I run my fingers along the wall as I walk down the stairs. Up ahead, a light appears. I look behind me to see nothing but black; I look forward to continuing my journey towards the light. Every step I take couldn’t be louder. Squeak. Squeak. The one day I chose to get new sneakers. I stop at the door and run my fingers along another door with bars. When my fingers touch the door, it creaks open. I look through the bars and the door to see a never-ending library. I push through the door to get a better look.
The wooden shelves store millions of books; the shelves reach up as high as the building they are under. I walk into the library letting my finger run along the shelves and their contents. A lot of these books don’t have titles. The shelves open up to a clearing. In the center of the clearing, a table lays with papers and maps strewn across it. Only three chairs sat around the rather large table. I run my fingers over the table and its clutter. “Don’t touch that!” I suck in a deep breath. I can’t move a single muscle. Who was that? Thinking back on it the librarian did mention someone else. “The librarian upstairs sent me.” What am I saying? “was it Martha?” I try to think of her name but her name tag is a blur. “The one that’s short and is grumpy.” Okay, it’s not the best description, but I’m trying my best. I finally turn to look at this person. He was a tall pale boy about my age, but taller than me; his hair is dark brown which matches his light brown eyes. He was wearing tan shorts and a sweater. May I also mention he has a dark brown cloak resting on his shoulders. “Martha has no power here. leave,” The strange boy sneers. How dare he! “I’m not going anywhere.”
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5 thoughts on “The Hidden Library: Beyond the Abyss (chapter 2)”
Not meaning to be a grammar maxi, but there are some typos you might want to fix. One near the beginning and another closer to the middle are two that I noticed.
Oh, thank you so much! I’ll fix them. Thanks for telling me.
These stories are really compelling. I’m enjoying reading them. I take Beyond the Abyss and The Forgotten Door are sequels/continuation of The Books? If so, if I could make a suggestion? Have the Part/Sequel number in the title. It would make it easier to follow the narrative.
Maybe it’s just me being a bit thick, but I went from reading The Books to The Forgotten Door, and feeling like I’ve missed something, I’ve come back to read this one.
Oh, thank you! I will start doing that.