The Old Book

The old, dusty book was sitting there, just begging to be read. That night, I dream against my will. I dream that I'm that book. And the book was me.

I sit there, on my bookshelf. I am a book that has not been flipped through for years. I have not been read since the original king died. I'm a family heirloom book. I was written by a king in 400 BC. Since then, I have been an heirloom for millennia. One day, my current owner was stupid and careless. He accidentally puts me in a cardboard box labeled "Stuff I don't want."

My dad sends the box to the local dump, I was scared. I couldn't move or run out. I wanted to call for help. No luck. The garbage man dumps the contents of the box (including me) into a gigantic volcano like shredder, filled with lava, blades, and anything you can't possibly imagine. I get closer to danger and death. The lava is 99999999999999... (To infinity) degrees Celsius and the blades were extremely sharp!

Just moments before my death and destruction, god called out "No worries. I will save you." He spoke like me knew me personally. Maybe he did. Death's row was only millimeters away. Just right at the last minute before I get shredded, I wake up, sweating, thanking god.

Out there, a monster is mad. He reveals to his boss that he was going to put people to sleep and make them dream about something. The dreams are to end with death. This meant that when you die in the dream, you die simultaneously in real life. The boss eliminated the monster.

The next day, I wake up. The heirloom book is sitting on my bookshelf. I finally flip open the book. It's filled with tons of information about what happened in the past. And all of it was extremely authentic. I say to it "I will never throw or destroy you." I ask my dad if we could give the book to the museum. Right that second, we both drive off, heading to a history museum. We donate the book and got money.

Days later, we return to the museum and find that the book was a popular artifact. On the news, the book was actually examined by scientists. They say the vents written were spectacular and that all history books shall be updated with the new information.

One night, I dream again. This time, I dream on my own will. I dream that I'm the book now.

It's been years since that death incident. And now I'm finally famous. Sometimes I would be taken out for show and tell at the museum. Actually, I've traveled all around the world to many museums. One day, there was a robbery at the museum at was at. Unfortunately, I was the target of the robbers. They break me glass and steal me. I'm taken to their base of operations. They actually were people consisting of the President, a senate, and the Vice President. They demanded a 2 million dollar ransom. Finally the government gave the so-called "robbers" fake money, and I returned to the museum. It was actually an act set up by the government and the museum. I wake up, happy of the events that came.

 Finished? I hope you liked it. Because if you didn't, I completely understand. I wrote this story when I was a noob, and I used noob language and grammar. Compared to my writing, it most certainly has improved drastically. But in all seriousness, thanks for reading! Check out my latest series, Continuum here on Wattpad!