Fictional-Snippet 1

    During the month of October, along with outlining for NaNoWriMo, I am doing Inktober again, where I write a snippet every day based off a prompt. This year, I am writing a series about a girl who can visit fictional worlds, but is fading because of it. Today I am sharing the first snippet with you guys. So, may I present! The first snippet of Fictional!

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Snippet 1-Prompt: Dream

    I had that odd feeling in the pit of my stomach again. That probably meant I was dreaming again. 

    I ran my hand along the old wooden bookshelf beside me. It seemed like an old friend now, it had been in so many of my dreams. 

    It wasn’t anything special, just an old bookcase filled with a number of old, well-used novels. But I had seen it so many times after I had fallen asleep. In fact, I had seen the building I was currently in so often, I knew the place by heart. 

    A long time ago, I would have been thankful my dreams took me to such a magical place. It was a library by the looks of it, well cared for, but not often visited. Not once had I seen someone enter the forlorn doors of the building. 

    But it wasn’t the lack of other people that made my stomach turn. It was the books. 

    There use to be a time where books probably made me the most happy out of any inanimate object in the Earth. 

    Now, I practically thought they were something straight out of a nightmare. Perhaps they were, I was dreaming at the moment after all. 

    The truth is, books ruined my life. Or…in better words, books were stealing my life. 

    I closed my eyes and concentrated on the first fictional world that came to mind. Neverland. It wouldn’t be the first time I had visited that island. 

    And it wasn’t that I wanted to be there. I just wanted to check. See if I could still visit the fictional worlds in my dreams. 

    When I opened my eyes again, nothing had changed. The library around me was the same as it always was, down to the annoyingly bright lights. 

    Thank goodness. 

    It was the first time I remembered trying to visit a fictional world in my dreams. All the past times I visited the library, I was too busy trying to escape the reminders. Escape the books. 

    And escape myself. 

    I pulled a lock of auburn hair in front of my eyes. I had long since gotten over the fact that I was not myself in this dream-world. 

    I was pretty sure I was the librarian of the large library. A girl with long, wavy auburn hair who was much taller than me. 

    In real life, I was an average-sized girl with straight blonde hair I kept in a messy bun. And most importantly, I was totally not a librarian. 

    I pushed the lock of hair over my ear and wandered to the massive desk in the middle of the library. I sat down in the soft chair, leaning back. 

    I knew the odd feeling in my stomach had to mean something. And the fact I kept dreaming about this library where I was an odd librarian girl, had to mean something. 

    But as much as I thought about it over the past few months, I hadn’t come up with anything. 

    Then a loud beeping shook me out of my thoughts. I was dragged out of the library into my bright bedroom, where my phone was going off in an obnoxious alarm to get me up. 

    I reached over and turned it off, flopping back down onto my pillow. “Welcome to the real world.” 

    I groaned and covered my head with my pillow.

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    It’s a somewhat short beginning, but I hoped you liked it! 

    Until next time, 

    A.J. Syngraféas