Author's Note:
This is my first attempt and submission at this style of writing. So please bear with me as I learn. This story doesnt have a lot of action, just a brief moment between consenting adults.
I also apologize for any grammatical or punctuation errors. I'm writing this on my phone, and sadly my neglect of paying attention in English class will probably show.
But criticism is welcome, and thank you for reading.
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One day, a mysterious package arrived at my door one day. It was wrapped in heavy brown paper, with a cross of twine tied about it. No return address or sign of who sent it to me. All that was attached to it was a note in handwritten script saying,
"Regardless of the age, something never changes. Hope you find this interesting."
I took the package inside and laid it on the kitchen table. I examined the note once more, "Well, I am interested already," I replied to the note. I undid the wrapping to have a leather bound journal reveal itself. It in well maintained condition, with little signs of age, or miscare on it. There were no identifying marks on the binding or the cover though.
Within it, was a different story. It appeared to be a journal, written in a script that looked familiar, yet alien. Not too dissimilar from Norse runes and the Arabic alphabet, but that is where the similarities end. I was still puzzling over this odd package, and the note when a few pieces of modern paper fell from within the journal. Somewhere along the journey to my door, someone made a cipher for this odd book.
"You'll certainly be a help." I said to the pages as I sat down to really examine this mystery.
I flipped through the pages and settled on a random page, I figured if my interest was maintained, I could always go back to the beginning of the book and restart the tale. I will try and keep it as close to what was written and will refrain from interjecting modernity unless necessary. Here is what I read.
