Very Short Stories

Where the Worlds Meet

"Over there," The elderly woman pointed, "Is the way to the real world."

"Out of this story?" the Nymph asked.

The woman nodded. "Yes, I don't recommend going there though."

"Why?"

"Its's too dangerous for a fragile creature like you."

The Nymph looked into the dark forest from her lovely warm pond. She was a little braver than other Nymphs. "Too dangerous..." She repeated.

The old woman smiled. "But there is something you can do," She kneeled down to look the Nymph in her water blue eyes. "But it won't do any damage to go where the world's meet, every book has one."

The Nymph's eyes lightened. "There is? How far into the forest is it?"

"About one furlong." The old woman said as she walked off.

The Nymph's blue eyes sparkled with amazement, and she emerged from her pond. She wore a blue dress that was the exact color of her eyes. She walked through the forest, then one of the tree's started moving, It was a Dryad.

"What is a Nymph doing here in the depths of the dark forest!?" It bellowed.

The Nymph, startled, backed away. "I-I'm going to where the worlds meet."

"What?" A Dryad with dark brown hair and eyes with an earth brown dress walked up to the timid Nymph. "Out of this book?"

"Y-Yes."

"Mind if I tag along?" The Dryad asked.

"No."

The two walked along silently for a few minutes then a dim light was seen up ahead.

The Nymph's eyes widened, and looked around everything started having a paper look to it, and instead of leaves on the trees there were words and letters, eventually as they advanced the trees were literally made from paper the dim light that was up ahead grew brighter and brighter, a little further and now there were no more trees just an oval-shaped window in the air, the sky had taken on a time-worn paper colored hue and words, were scattered all around.

The Nymph and Dryad were breathless.

"That window is the way into the real world!" The Nymph exclaimed, and walked up to it she saw houses and people. near the bottom of the window, she saw a latch.

"Whoa..." The Dryad breathed.

The Nymph put a hand on the window, exactly where both worlds met.