1 THE ONE AND ONLY
My recycled blank papers were printed with words and black ink. For over million times of thinking, I expected for more gratitude to be displayed through my outlook but then it was just a mere dream with no limitation.
It was produced in a small factory with an old fragrance. It was just a humble storybook - a tiny one. Covered with a radiant colour of red, I was simple in made.
After some processes of compiling my anatomy, my bones and muscles had been stampled together to form a fresh apperance. Embellished with rainbow and unicorn would make me smiled for little.
This was not my story and it should not be. Waiting for customers in a bookstore to buy me would be so exhausting.
I tried to pump myself with exhilaration but it was not an easy task. All people in this realm were just walking outside the bookstore and sometimes they waited for car or even cab in a rainy day where I could only glance and keep staring from far.
There was none of majestique moment of being a storybook rather than a novel for this age. Entitled with "A Witch and A Sorcerer", I tried to be patient for next uocoming days.
Some my novel friends said that,"The next day is not promising but why don't try?"
I thought maybe the title did not attract the people to buy me except for a teen. It was a lucky day.
The sun was blinding and a sway of wind made the people felt more comfortable. I did not sit in front of the exclusive seat - at the mirror of new promotion sale, but I still could see the changes of my life.
An obsidian girl with blonde hair plunging around her swan neck of hers made me enchanted. The photogenic face scrambled my act and I focussed on her charms.
Walking through the bookstore, pushing the door gently and approaching me in the next rack of novels, those were agonising moments that stole my heart. For God's sake, she chose me as she wanted to buy it.
She touched again my skin and dived in my infinite bones and cells. She was ecstatic to read my words. Out of a sudden, a bang of gunshots crazed my endorsement.
The life of my storybook changed totally. Everyone in the bookstore shouted hysterically at the highest pitch as the commotions made the others felt shaken.
The girl released her grasp shortly and I fell onto the ground. Hurts and broken hearts was mine for that time. The girl seemingly frightened as she was exposed to the burglars inside it.
My pain could not resist my mind as I was extremely stunned with the situation. The burglars turned the atmosphere to a lead way of bustling.
It was mayhem for everyone inside. All people tried to hide from the sight of them where the seller was put the bullets in his head.
It was the shots of cruelty. I started to feel warm. The burglars stepped and shambled slowly. They looked ambitious as they wore black masks.
For a second moment, one of them stumped over me and again, I considered my bones were broken into pieces. Most of my friends were fallen by the hustling situation and some of them survived in their respective racks.
It was the end of my life. All customers barely kneeled on the ground and bowed to their devil's order.
"Shut your mouth or you know what comes next", exclaimed the short burglar.
For that moment, there was none of people who tried to be resilient in embracing this situation. I heard a smouldering whisper from my back.
It was a white man who trying to push a rack towards the short one when he walked around. I was not sure for what he planned for but I thought he must be so bold for this.
The white tried to get an attention from people by his light whisper. His wild eyes signalled to the rack that he targetted to jostle.
He knew what he wanted to do as he was the centre of them all. Without worry, they were just fine to adhere to the plunderous plan even in a panic moment.
They should be silent or guns and bullets would be theirs in a second of not tolerating the burglars. They tried to seize the advantageous opportunity to block their insanity.
The man tried to tether himself with others in silence with a secret alibi. The ties were tightened so strong as he was quite muscular to break it.
The tallest one pointed his gun to the inmocent people and that would be definitely plant a seedling of fear in the deepest of their hearts. My friends remained still and waited for a hero saving them from the emancipation.
The situation got tensed. My eyes kept staring to the bright man. His conscience and spontaneous action acquired a start-up to rectufy his plan.
This put him in need and it was the thing that someone or something should do to help him in the dark. I spelled my words and thought for something that I could do.
It was just a fortune for me where the clock on its wall tickled my own existence. I almost forgot that my anatomy had injected with a red button which produced an appealing sound in order to attract children.
I tightened my folds to collect my pushing energy. I pumped it again and again until I reached the button. My energy would not be adequate without my rings and it was the start which he wanted.
I stole the atmosphere at the terrific moment. A shimmering light and loud tone drew all of them to glance on me including the burglars in astonishment.
It was a catastrophic moment with a glimpse of spirit and now to was the right time to bleak out their mind. The burglars were found in con and puzzle where the bright one was eager to approach my body.
Their mind was stirred away with a mystic entity which haunted them for some reasons but then it was just a trick to entangle them in a cage of lose. It was the time to obtain the triumph and the man of the day took the role of catching after the burglars.
Everyone started to feel spirited to attack the them with no mercy. In a high anticipation, they all togher embarked a step to hit and beat the burglars.
Embracing against them was not grasping straws even putting some cherries for a piece of cake. The man stood bravely, pushed the shortest backwards while some peope were there to takcle others down.
They fell terribly with disdain. Without hesitating any precious time, they pulled a rope and wound the three stooges with abundance of ties.
Deliberately, they fooled them of making such a nuisance thing to rob a bookstore. For a sentence death on behalf of the cashier, it was nothing without punches and beats.
Freezing against the wall, the burglars were in no shape to harm other as the blue squirks showed how big the reciprocation fell in their pockets. The snowy-skinned man put his ear on the phone to ring the true blue men with a siren alarming the peril and danger.
For this moment, I regretted for saying it was a bad luck instead of enjoying the time with a maze of enthusiasm rescueing my one and only girl. I had turned over to new leaf as I astonished with her first insight - double shining and full of curiosity.
Mr.Novel lost his entitlement from being the star among booksters. With a bless, I was on his seat of king and now everyone looked up to me.
It was a stupendous achievement in my life to emerge myself as the hero of the day. The hot seat was still hot even though I was there for a long time but it was not the biggest reward.
Clock again tickled my passion on becoming the girl's mate and even she bought me with her golden heart. My fame did not stumble there unless Mr.Newspaper stopped from makong me as his breaking news.
Now, I was not a laughing stock and I chased after the breadsole winner.
Pacifying myself with a dreamy imagination would never make me grateful with what was happening right now. Still at the edge, watching people in a rainy, monsoon and humid seasons.
I exhaled in a long breath hoping for that situation happened in my real life. I moaned for a while waiting for my luck fell in front of my hand and brain.
"Please someone, please buy me," I begged dramatically. Out of sudden, the girl that I imagined appeared without any ranch and consideration.
Same action with I had thought. Walking through the bookstore, pushing the door gently and approaching me in the next rack of novels, they were all completed in imagination.
She was real in plan as she was an obsidian girl with blonde hair plunging around her swan neck.
She touched my skin and yet a bang of gunshots charged the situation. It happened and I questioned myself "Am I a fate overseer or even a clairvoyant?".
