Lania
Moon
- Joined
- Jul 5, 2017
“Can I help you there, my girls?”
Tilly flinched, she hadn’t heard the elderly shopkeeper coming up behind them. The woman had seemed busy with something then the she and her sister had entered the shop, and the teen had been hoping that they would escape notice.
“Huh? No, no thank you. We were just browsing” the girl responded. Honestly, she was finding it hard not to roll her eyes. She knew that trying to sell your merchandise was just part of the job, but what lies did this woman plan on telling?
The store Tilly and her sister had walked into had only just opened up, and the sign above the door claimed it was a boutique of genuinely magical artifacts.
“Browsing my dears? And yet you seem to have walked straight to the most powerful artefact in my store. There must be a touch of witch blood in you, to draw you to such a worthy treasure”.
Tilly opened the book she was holding and motioned to the blank pages with her other hand. “Oh really? What mysterious powers does this completely empty book hold?” She questioned, unable to stop the sarcasm dripping into her voice. “The power to give careless people papercuts?”
The old woman actually smirked at the comment “Girl, the book you hold is called the tome of self truths. If you write on its pages, its magic will cause your desires to come true. However, the spell will only work if you write about yourself, you cannot dictate the lives of others wise this book”.
Scoffing, Tilly questioned “So, I could just take a pen and write that I found a bag with a million dollars in it?” Glancing at the price on the shelf she added “You’d be asking a lot more for it, if it actually was magic”.
With a patient smile the old woman shook her head. “No girl, the book has its limitations. It cannot grant material possessions, nor can it grant you any magical powers of your own. It cannot tamper with matters of life and death, nor be used to alter the past or predict the future”.
This time, Tilly actually did roll her eyes. “I, frankly, don’t believe a single word of that. However, luckily for you I do need a new diary. I quite like the pattern on the front, and it’s got a hole on the cover for a lock… so I’ll take it”.
The shopkeeper now looked amused as she warned “A diary, so you’ll be writing about yourself in this book my girl? Bear in mind what I have told you. Anything that you write which is not already true, will become so. Should you fall victim to your own words, just remember. To reverse the effects, tear out the page. In time the pages will grow back, you needn’t worry about exhausting the tome’s magic”.
It was a big house, and if you were unlucky it could sometimes feel like you could go hours without seeing anyone. That was why Tilly had made an effort to make sure that she spent some time with her sister this weekend. Now that they were older it was a common occurrence that their parents would love them alone for a few days at a time, and this was one of those times. Right now the two sisters were in the living room of their family home.
Tilly was sprawled out on the sofa, the sweet spot where the air conditioning was strong enough to feel, yet not too breezy. She was wearing a green tank top and a pair of cotton shorts, having taken her bra off after their shopping trip that morning, as the hot weather had started making it uncomfortably warm.
The movie that they were watching had been listed as a comedy, but the only funny thing about it was how liberal the director had been with nudity and sex. Tilly wouldn’t have been surprised to find a porno with a similar plot. It hadn’t been too bad to start with, she’d enjoyed watching some of the steamy scenes, and had even enjoyed the slight thrill of being a little bit turned on with her sister in the room. It was getting to the point of absurdity though.
Feeling her cheeks heating up yet again, she grabbed the remote and hit the pause button. “Are you actually watching this Ashley? I’m not really paying much attention” the teenager lied. It was another of the lesbian scenes that had just come up, with two girls passionately kissing, their lips frozen together with how the movie was paused. Gay women making out wasn’t really something the brunette wanted to watch, and she was fishing for an excuse to turn the movie off. But then again, her openly gay sister might actually be enjoying the movie more.
Tilly flinched, she hadn’t heard the elderly shopkeeper coming up behind them. The woman had seemed busy with something then the she and her sister had entered the shop, and the teen had been hoping that they would escape notice.
“Huh? No, no thank you. We were just browsing” the girl responded. Honestly, she was finding it hard not to roll her eyes. She knew that trying to sell your merchandise was just part of the job, but what lies did this woman plan on telling?
The store Tilly and her sister had walked into had only just opened up, and the sign above the door claimed it was a boutique of genuinely magical artifacts.
“Browsing my dears? And yet you seem to have walked straight to the most powerful artefact in my store. There must be a touch of witch blood in you, to draw you to such a worthy treasure”.
Tilly opened the book she was holding and motioned to the blank pages with her other hand. “Oh really? What mysterious powers does this completely empty book hold?” She questioned, unable to stop the sarcasm dripping into her voice. “The power to give careless people papercuts?”
The old woman actually smirked at the comment “Girl, the book you hold is called the tome of self truths. If you write on its pages, its magic will cause your desires to come true. However, the spell will only work if you write about yourself, you cannot dictate the lives of others wise this book”.
Scoffing, Tilly questioned “So, I could just take a pen and write that I found a bag with a million dollars in it?” Glancing at the price on the shelf she added “You’d be asking a lot more for it, if it actually was magic”.
With a patient smile the old woman shook her head. “No girl, the book has its limitations. It cannot grant material possessions, nor can it grant you any magical powers of your own. It cannot tamper with matters of life and death, nor be used to alter the past or predict the future”.
This time, Tilly actually did roll her eyes. “I, frankly, don’t believe a single word of that. However, luckily for you I do need a new diary. I quite like the pattern on the front, and it’s got a hole on the cover for a lock… so I’ll take it”.
The shopkeeper now looked amused as she warned “A diary, so you’ll be writing about yourself in this book my girl? Bear in mind what I have told you. Anything that you write which is not already true, will become so. Should you fall victim to your own words, just remember. To reverse the effects, tear out the page. In time the pages will grow back, you needn’t worry about exhausting the tome’s magic”.
It was a big house, and if you were unlucky it could sometimes feel like you could go hours without seeing anyone. That was why Tilly had made an effort to make sure that she spent some time with her sister this weekend. Now that they were older it was a common occurrence that their parents would love them alone for a few days at a time, and this was one of those times. Right now the two sisters were in the living room of their family home.
Tilly was sprawled out on the sofa, the sweet spot where the air conditioning was strong enough to feel, yet not too breezy. She was wearing a green tank top and a pair of cotton shorts, having taken her bra off after their shopping trip that morning, as the hot weather had started making it uncomfortably warm.
The movie that they were watching had been listed as a comedy, but the only funny thing about it was how liberal the director had been with nudity and sex. Tilly wouldn’t have been surprised to find a porno with a similar plot. It hadn’t been too bad to start with, she’d enjoyed watching some of the steamy scenes, and had even enjoyed the slight thrill of being a little bit turned on with her sister in the room. It was getting to the point of absurdity though.
Feeling her cheeks heating up yet again, she grabbed the remote and hit the pause button. “Are you actually watching this Ashley? I’m not really paying much attention” the teenager lied. It was another of the lesbian scenes that had just come up, with two girls passionately kissing, their lips frozen together with how the movie was paused. Gay women making out wasn’t really something the brunette wanted to watch, and she was fishing for an excuse to turn the movie off. But then again, her openly gay sister might actually be enjoying the movie more.