Weekly Writing Prompt

Today's Prompt: Someone from an alternate universe rings your doorbell. They tell you that you are their favorite book character and that they want to change how your story ends.


For all the crazy things I've imagined in my life, this was probably the craziest thing my mind had come up with. The girl who stood in front of me was small, with bright ginger hair and blue eyes that sparkled with excitement. She was just an ordinary girl. But that wasn't the strange part.

It had been early that morning when there was a knock on the door. I had just barely finished getting dressed when it happened. I didn't answer it at first, expecting one of the servants to get it. But when it came again I knew I was going to have to get it myself. I pulled up my skirts enough that I could get down the stairs as quickly as possible. Apon finally reaching the door I hesitated. I didn't know who was out there. But then I heard a whisper from the other side.

"Miss Alexandra Day...please open the door..."

So I did.

The girl standing on the other side was just an ordinary girl. With an un-ordinary message.

She told me one of the strangest things I had ever heard. She told me that I was her favorite book character and that she wanted to change my ending. That worried me.

"Who are you?' I asked narrowing my eyes.

"Alizia Dean." She explained, still quite hyper. "And we need to get moving before it happens."

This all seemed too real to be something my mind had come up with. Too terrifying.

"Come on!" She yelled grabbing my wrist and pulling me out the door. "Do you want to die?"

I stumbled out the door, not sure what to think. And I was glad I did because not even a second later did the old grey cat knock over a candle, right where I would have been standing. As the floor burst out in flames, I ran. This was no joke. This was real.

Weekly Writing prompt

Today's Prompt: An archeologist finds an ancient library filled with working spell books.

I couldn't believe my eyes. And people said it was impossible.

Through the clearing dust, I could see what the shouts had been about. What everyone had been in such an excitement about. Before me, I saw what the rest of the world thought to be impossible.

On the door, I had seen inscriptions warning that any who told of the secrets inside would be cursed for the rest of their short lives. But now, as I lay on my deathbed, I will tell you what I had seen that fateful day.

The dust had seemed to go on forever. But when it finally cleared I saw the most incredible thing. It was a door. But not just any door. A door carved with old runes protecting my discovery. This was a place of magic.

I still feel that magic with me as I write this very sentence. Which might as well be a death sentence.

The door specifically said that any words spoken after entering would be your last. And a world of silence was worth it to me.

I never got to open that door. And I never will. The door opened on its own.

What I saw when it opened I will never be able to put into words. It was beyond my comprehension. The room was filled with old magic just waiting to be awakened.

In the center of the room, an old book sat on a stand. It called to me. I had to open it. And I did. It was probably the most incredible thing I had ever seen. Although I would be overjoyed to say what I had found, I never will. I must protect the secrets of this magic.

That book showed me many wonderful and enchanting things. That book changed my life. It showed me that this place was not to be disturbed by our modern ways.

I took that book when we left. And I devoted my life to learning it's ways. The magic chose me. And I let it.

My time is up now, for I can barely write another sentence. But I must, I must write an end to my story. Magic is real, and it is just waiting for ordinary people to harness its power.

-Written by Miss Iris Swan on the date of her death, January 11th, 1875