Excerpt: There was that cold breeze again. The cover bore the same symbol as the spine, but in more detail. Ivy examined the symbol of the woman, noticing the expression on her face. It was somehow blank and angry at the same time. I should put the book back. But if she never opened it, she'd never find out what it contained. Ivy put her hand on the cover. Her heart thudding against her chest, she slowly opened it. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- A short story I wrote for school. The genre is supposed to be "suspenseful story" so idk if that really matches, but whatever.