It was the third week of August, on a Friday. The sun reflected the aura of how everyone was feeling around me in the library, pretty happy until the mention of my Grandpa.
My parents were outreachers in China but I didn't know what for. I still remember the day where my Grandpa took me to the airport to pick them up but they never came out or were found. So my Grandpa took the responsibility of taking care of me until recently he passed away, and left the responsibility of the family library to me.
Many of the people on the Library who knew my Grandpa would comfort me and wish me well, it went something like this "Lily, sorry to hear about your Grandpa. If you need help with the library you can ask me anytime." The only reason they say that is because our family library is famous. Some people try to get employed and try to buy it from us.
My name is Lily and this is my story.
Being the fifth generation librarians in the family has its benefits. Every gorgeous morning I descend to buy my three meals for the day, but I never bothered with the newspaper until today...
Because it literally hit me in the face! Blew off my sunglasses to the side, as well as flying through my black hair. My clothes had no chance against the wind since I happened to be wearing a pink synthetic singlet with blue denim shorts.
I peeled it off my face and the headlines jumped at me, it read LIBRARY'S DISAPPEARING OVER THE WORLD!!
I scurried home, heart pounding.What could happen to my precious library? golden, brown shelves, the rustic smell of old books, spacious rooms, with two floors.
I was already at the street preparing myself for the inevitable.But thankfully it was still there! I ran inside hugging everything I saw, my diary,book shelves, pillows.
Since then I didn't worry about it disappearing, its impossible! All the newspaper said was that they were disappearing completely, leaving wide empty spaces were they once were.
But I was wrong it was possible and it happened a week later.
I woke up earlier than I usually do, (since I live there) to hear a cyclone in the library. I was like a rabbit hurrying around turning all the lights. You could see everything except in one corner downstairs, where it was pitch black.
I stood frozen with disbelief not because it was dark but because it looked like it was spreading and eating the library.
There were only two words to describe the dark thing..... a black hole!...I fainted.
When I woke up I wasn't in the library but in the black hole. It was just dark, you couldn't feel or touch anything.
I was just floating on nothing but could breathe. Inside it you couldn't see the end or the start. I felt claustrophobic but there was heaps of room.
I didn't think there was away out. Everything the black hole ate disintegrated inside it except for me.
After awhile I got bored and started looking for an exit. Swimming around diving. Until I actually felt something.
I gripped it and pulled it up close it was impossible to read in the dark but a peculiar thing happened the words glowed so I could read it, it was the Bible.
I was happy that a book had survived, as I started reading, the words continued to illuminate brighter until it was blinding.
When I opened my eyes I was in the library where everything was normal again, like nothing had happened.
I wondered, why was the Bible the only book that survived? I rolled over on the floor and peeked at the Bible, it it lay open next to me. It was found in Luke 21:33-34
The sky and the earth won't last forever but my word will.
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