Creative Writing: Farenheit 451

An old book lies in a dusty cellar. Alone and cold to the touch. The book seems to quiver with anticipation as if waiting for something, or someone. All the sudden the cellar door creaks open. A curious blonde haired boy pokes his head through the small entrance. The book stops moving immediately.
I pushed myself off the ladder and into the cellar completely. Immediately I get a mouthful of dust. I cough dryly for a moment or two then gather myself. Looking around I notice this place seems as though it hasn’t been touched in a very long while. I begin looking through boxes and rusty containers full of things of the past such as photos, charms, necklaces, and old letters addressed to family yellowed was indecipherable. There was a window at

As I slowly worked my way over to the window a horrible stench pierced my nostrils. The closer I got the more powerful the smell became. My eyes began to water blurring my vision. I looked around for a source of the smell. I spotted an old chest cracked open with white fumes slowly trickling into the air. I pulled my shirt over my nose and knelt by the chest. My shaky fingers took hold of the lid of the chest and lifted. The stench left. I pulled my shirt from my nose and looked into the box. Inside was a medium-sized dark blue book. I hesitantly reached for it and grabbed it. I wiped the layers of dust off the cover to reveal a strange symbol. The symbol was 3 spiked arrows intertwined and twisted together upward, at the tip of all the arrows was what seemed to be a shining

This book is claimed powerless and unusable according to the D.R.E. This book is now only used for learning purposes and entertainment.

Unsatisfied I flipped the page for something more, still not understanding what this book was about. On the next page I found the instructions and how to handle the book. Eagerly I read:

In order to see the words inside this book, you must be chosen by the book. If not you will only see blank glistening pages. Upon correct choice, by the book, you have gained the power to execute all living beings singularly with a certain greek branching word. This book must be in the possession of a chosen human to work. Whether to fuel corrupted dreams or stop nightmares use this book carefully and with care.

-R

I suddenly felt very cold as I held the warm trembling book. I flipped through the book searching for me and my parent's names. I found them in the P’s and T’s. Thomas North was my father and Patricia North was my mother. As I suspected both names were there in gold lettering, unlike the rest. I looked at the words beside my parent's name, my mother's was 'Philos' and my father was 'Phobos'. I heard the door downstairs open and a bag drop onto the counter. I quickly threw the book into the chest, locked it and flew down the cellar ladder landing with a