It’s my ancestors. My people. My tribe....

The white, leather bound book glowed as if an internal sun burned within its pages. Golden scribbles of a language I’d never seen before shimmered in gold on the face. As soon as I saw it I felt a sudden wave calm wash over me. I smiled faintly as I drew closer, comfort folksinger behind.

Oddly enough I was able to read the strange writing. The title being…

AWAKENING: BOOK OF AGES

Author…

M...

It was just lying there, on the ground. It looked centuries old and tatered at the corners. Emily, my best friend (who I’d been walking with when I found it), walked over and picked it up. She opened it to a random page.

“Wierd.” She muttered.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s definitely not written in english.” She said.

“Let me see.” I take the book from her hands.

I begin to read it allowed but...

While digging through a box in the attic he found it. The book almost seemed to call to him. He even forgot what he had been looking for. Holding the book in his hands all he wanted was to read it. The desire was insatiable. The book had to be thousands of years old. The cover was in some ancient and dead language. Still knowing he wouldn’t understand the contents he could curb the desire to read ...

two hobbies of mine include reading old books, and exploring buildings that’ve been left behind. things from the past give me a reason to constantly be out in secluded spaces or have my head stuck in-between library books. today, i traveled over 50 miles just to explore an ancient library from the year 1879, somehow still standing. no tourists. no silly teenagers graffiti. it’s just… old. covered ...

In the depths of their new home, Nola stumbled upon a hidden secret. A box, concealed beneath the floorboards, beckoned to him with an eerie allure. Covered in a thick layer of wax, it exuded an air of mystery and foreboding. Curiosity gnawed at his insides, compelling him to pry open the box and reveal its contents.

Inside lay a book, its pages yellowed with age, written in a language long forgo...

Amazing

These words

I’ve never heard

This before

Today

But it’s the way

Of the ancients

Not lent

Or spent

But their speak

To me

I can see

All of their ways

In what they say

This is

Amazing

Tessa🦋...

I will never forget my many meetings with Mr Hounslow Willemby, one of which led to what would prove to be the start of the biggest adventure of my life.

He was a strange fellow, there is no doubt. A tall man, with a hairline so receded, it seemed to start at the very top of his head, with the long white hair then tumbling in a thick mass down below his shoulders. His thick woollen suits, too—per...

The young archaeologist picked up his dusty brown leather satchel and put his water-damaged and crumpled journal back into it. He approached the old brown entrance to the recently uncovered tomb minding his step all the way and making sure not to move too quickly or to disturb the long dormant tomb. When he reached the door, he took out a small brush and began to slowly and gently brush away the l...

In a library full of books, one stood out, it was like a neon glow in the dark. “Read it!” My friends blabbed. “I won’t know the language.” I said as I blew raspberry. “De’ saam kajam” I’d read “X marks the spot” my friend Tessa M. would say “I know it?!” We would all stare at the X on the map. “Sal ja’ff Tam Marcelo” I would read again “Tam Marcelo is my grandfather! He has been missing for years...