nce upon a time there was a girl living in an ordinary house and lived an ordinary life. She liked to read and borrowed a lot of books from the library. It wasn't any library; It was the library with a capital L. L for library and L for large, long and lasting. It was the girl's favorite place in the world.
As it happened, the girl got ill. It started with coughing and fever and then she became so weak that the couldn't walk without a stick. This was not the kind of girl that longed for climbing trees, all she missed was her books. Her parents borrowed books for her now, and though they were kind and thoughtful, they somehow rarely seemed to pick books she liked.
So she started to write her own. And drawing images too as well. Yes, she lived as she was locked up in a tower, but when she draw and wrote and built her stories it was like she found a keyhole to another world.
Image from Rory's Story Cube App