Each Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY IRRITATING ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I generate more speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family rolls its collective eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to write down this idea..." Here, I'll include the initial inspiration (quote, website, podcast, etc.) and then a thought or two that came to mind. These will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture, fertilize, chemically treat, irradiate, test or stress them as you see fit. I only ask if you let me know if anything comes of them.
F Trope: Magic librarian
Current Event: http://guides.slv.vic.gov.au/magic (Watch the video! Absolutely fascinating!)
Bella Heathcote peeked around the corner and whispered to Rupert Chidiac, “How much farther?”
“It’s supposed be at the end of the aisle,” Rupert whispered. The young man and young woman made their way through the dark library.
“This is a magic library – how do we know it’s still there?”
“It’s not a magic LIBRARY; it’s a MAGIC library.”
“That’s not what you said!” Rupert hissed.
“The emPHAsis is on the first SYllable.”
They reached the end of the aisle without the end shelves moving anywhere. Nothing jumped out at them. In fact, by the time they turned the corner, they were walking rather than sneaking. “I said that the library isn’t the magical part, it’s the books, information, paintings, photographs and artifacts that are magic. It’s extremely valuable.”
“I thought this was supposed to be scary,” said Rupert. “Money isn’t scary.”
“If you don’t have enough it’s scary.”
“How would you know?”
“You think you know about me, I could tell you...”
They’d been walking along the dim aisle, light from green EXIT signs and security spotlights from each end of the library. Rupert whispered, “What was that?”
“What was what?” Bella said. Beside her head, a breathy voice spoke from the bookshelf.
“Did you say something?” she asked Rupert.
“Uh...uh...uh...” said her friend.
“What’s wrong with you?” snapped Bella, spinning around. “Quit messing around!”
Something on the bookshelf said, “...around...around...around...”
“Who said that?”
“...that...that...that…” said the bookshelves.
Bella stared at the shelves then lifted a hand. The books themselves had been pushed back. In front of her was a small picture frame. Inside was...