Writing

 Hello,

This is my writing, I haven't shown you, and it's about a little girls unrested soul, it's a fiction story, and is scary/sad.

Here is the writing:

Title: The little girl’s soul

The library at untitled street has the most revolting books of spooks! It is known for being the biggest library in the world, and it has over nine billion books. It’s also the oldest library in town, and has the most visitors in the world.

Today is my birthday, I'm going there!, and I am getting the newest book! It's about a little girl's unrested soul, there are only 50 copies, so I need to get one right now.

I rushed down the stairs like a waterfall running toward the door, coming to a stop on the welcome mat. With boots and laces tied together, I hopped onto my bike paddling away to the library down street.

In front of me laid an enormous construction, as big as two dinosaurs on top of each other. Moving my body but not my eyes, I walked into the library with my heart exploding with joy. Once I reached the books of spooks section, as quick as a thrown bullet, I zoomed to the line with 49 people. It was 5:35 in the morning.

One hour and 12 minutes later, the line was slower than a snail, taking a thousand years until they'd reached their den. It was 6:53, it’s finally my turn, I took the last book of the little girl's unrested soul.

When I got home, I ran upstairs to my bedroom, to read it. The book had lots of creepy pictures which was interesting, it also had an address to where the story happened.

After reading the whole entire book, I decided to go and visit the addressed place tomorrow.

Sunday. It was time. I grabbed my bag that I had packed last night, and approached my bike walking down the stairs, through the open door. I biked to where the address led me.

 In front of me, sat a 2 story aprocossil home surrounded with water and big dead water animals. It also has smoke coming from a tiny candle laying on the ground, it fills the air causing the home’s eyes to mist. The grass danced around, as the sun looked towards me. 

I opened the rusty door, in front of me, I found some pieces of the walls on the ground crumbling into pieces to their death. As I entered the house, the wind howled like a wolf into my ears.

The wind pushed me deeper into the house, like how a person pushes somebody.

Suddenly, the door shuts gluing itself into the wall of bricks.  

I gawked around the room, placing my hands over my head in case something fell on me.

All of a sudden, I heard stomping noises coming from the upstairs so I followed it. When I got up the stairs, the noise stopped, and led me to a dark hallway with a small light coming from the shattered window behind me. In the hallway there were seven doors with words written on them. I glanced around the hallway, when a harsh wind suddenly slammed me onto the second door. I pushed the broken door, as it creaked open, when I walked in, the first thing I noticed was a vintage looking doll that held a dusty note. The doll starred at me as I approached the note it’s holding.

The note said:

I walked out of the room, and found a little girl with a plain purple dress covering her knees running toward the small steps of the stairs to the rooftop. I Asked her what she was doing here, but instead of answering, she continued to run up the stairs. Little did she know that up the stairs would be her death. All of a sudden, I remembered what the story said, it had said, that the little girl rushed up the stairs, and fell to her death.

So if she’d fall down the stairs, she wouldn’t be able to fall to her death, because the stairs were only about 2 metres high, she would only get hurt.

It made me think for a while how that would happen, unless… she would fall to her death on the rooftop.

Quickly I rushed up the stairs, and found a dark figure, with a little girl standing on the plight side of the rooftop. Then the dark figure  pushed the lonesome girl into the pond of leviathans. I stood there frozen as ice, feeling the pain of the girl, I kneeled down, sobbing with crystal tears. 

Now that I’ve seen the story in real life, I started visiting her grave every once in a week. The little girl remained in peace after that major day. I also would admit that it was one of the best birthdays I had ever  since my seventh birthday.

THE END

Thanks for reading

-Xhin