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Mr. Linden's Library- A short story that I dreamed up...don't ask why or how :D It's kind of creepy, and leaves you with a cliff-hanger- you think up the ending!

Title: Mr. Linden's Library- A short story that I dreamed up...don't ask why or how :D It's kind of creepy, and leaves you with a cliff-hanger- you think up the ending!
Category: Literature / Creative Writing
Details: Words: 421 | Pages: 1.8 (approximately 235 words/page)


Mr. Linden's Library- A short story that I dreamed up...don't ask why or how :D It's kind of creepy, and leaves you with a cliff-hanger- you think up the ending!

Hundreds of years ago the book was a simple, ordinary book on herbs; passed down through generations of Lindens. This particular volume's purpose turned from a textbook to a cell. The Great Mage, Salivedor, confronted the demon that had been haunting a greenhouse somewhere in Europe. He had been called in to exterminate the demon after it had caused the deaths of two family members who owned the greenhouse. Not able to kill it, Salivedor …showed first 75 words of 421 total

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showed last 75 words of 421 total…vine had made short work of her, quickly injecting it venom into her veins. Watching the vine recoil back into the book for its final strike, Abigale remembered the warning, straight and to the point. Her brain screamed with pain as the vine sunk its roots deep into her skin, thirsty. Thirsty for blood. It had not eaten for decades, maybe even centuries. But now, now no one could stop it from its aroused appetite...

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