I was so scared I would never be able to meet the deadline for the Sorcerer's Storyteller's book club meeting on Halloween, next Saturday! I couldn't concentrate on coming up with anything new or original. My mind was blank! I was so stressed at working at Gary's Grocery. Because I kept wanting to go home and feeling exhausted working long hours at work.
After coming home on my red bicycle, in the light stormy cold rain, I hurried into my apartment. After my shift from Gary's Grocery. It was Friday night. I didn't have any time whatsoever to come up with a new scary, story submission for the book club tomorrow morning at the school library.
I was going through all of my notes and journals and couldn't find if I had written anything to help me with my new story submission. But I couldn't find anything in any of my books! They were all blank! I was so upset and just started ripping out the blank notebook pages and tearing them up, page after page.
I didn't want my dream of becoming a New York bestselling author to be over with. I cared about storycraft writing and reading, I did. I didn't want to give it up so easily. There were so many more stories I wanted to tell.
But with all of my notebooks and journals drained of their knowledge, I had to find out who was responsible for taking out the words, and draining my story ideas into nothing!
I was so mad, I plopped myself on my bed mattress and screamed angrily into my pillow. I had to cancel the book club meeting tomorrow at the school library. I was working too much at Gary's Grocery, to finish writing a new scary story for the book club.
Then, before I knew what happened next, I got a text notification on my phone. Groggily sitting up, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket. Looking at the screen, I saw I got a new message in my email from the school librarian.
"'Attention Mr. Andrew Wart: There's been a terrible tragedy at our public school library. It seems all the books are blank of their words printed into their book forms in my library! Like someone used invisible ink and made all the stories be erased from their collection. I'm sorry to inform I'm going to have to cancel the Sorcerer's Storyteller's Club tomorrow at the school library. Until we find whose responsible for this crime, I'm afraid I'm going to have to close the public school library. Until further notice. I hope you understand what happened to us. But please, don't give up your dream of being a successful novelist! I believe in you! Until then, keep reading and writing! You can do anything!'" I finished reading the email.
I didn't know whow much more of this I could handle. I didn't realize how something like this could happen? If nobody could get people to appreciate how reading and writing could help you with your feelings and mind, what more could I do, to go on without any talent left in me?
I couldn't concentrate on falling asleep later in the night. I kept pacing around my bedroom, feeling overwhelmed at how I could let something like this get out of control?
Before I got myself ready for bed, my cellphone started ringing. "Who is calling me at this hour?" I asked myself, outloud. I looked at the caller ID on my phone. There was no ID just a phone number, I didn't know.
Pressing the green talk button, on my cellphone, I slowly put it to my right ear. And answered it with a nervous, "Hello?" The phone on the other end crackled and made static noises in my ears.
Putting the phone away from my ear, there came a voice on the other end of the reciever. "You have to help us, Andrew Wart!" cried the young, female voice in the phone.
"What? Who is this?" I asked the girl on the phone. My heart was racing and I didn't know what to think or do. I almost started to hang up on the girl. But she started screaming and yelling in my ear in my phone.
Jumping with fright, I quickly dropped my cellphone. Landing on the floor, I could still hear the girl screaming. I quickly grabbed the phone off the floor in my bedroom. I looked at the screen and stared at the unknown caller ID on my phone.
It wasn't until after hanging up, I knew my problems were going to get much worse!
The screaming girl on the other end of the phone, started letting out high-pitched cackling! "What do you want from me?" I demanded, angrily.
"You don't understand how much we need you to help rescue us from the Imaginary Monster Writer villain," said the girl in my phone. "Whose keeping all the fiction authors from ever writing anymore fun stories again! You have to help us get back into your imagination, Andrew Wart! Or there will be no more happiness to keep us from disappearing into existence," then I heard the girl on the phone scream again...
I pulled the cellphone away from my ear. I thought it was going to be over. At first, I thought I was sleepwalking. But as I bend down to pick up my red cellphone off the floor, a shadowy hand came out of my opened notebooks on my bed mattress in my bedroom!
Grabbed hold of me by my scrawny neck! And pulled me through the notebook...
THE END?!