The Last Page Society
Some stories are meant to remain unfinished.
The six members of the Last Page Society would meet each Thursday in the melee of an attic in an obvious; centuries old library. Bound by their shared love of books, they had a peculiar rule: Any book discussed lacked a final page that anyone could finish.
One rainy evening they sat around a battered computer copy of an anonymous novel, The Eternal Reader. The tale was riveting, the puzzles were rich enough that they vied about what could be going on for hours. The room was silent though, until Clara, who is quiet as they come, tells them that she’d secretly read the last page.
Arthur gulped, his teacup grasped in his hands, "You didn't."
Clara admitted, her hands trembled, 'I had to know.' “It’s not just a story. It speaks directly to the reader”… the last page.
The attic door creaked open before anyone could respond. The threshold stood at, a shadowy figure behind them clutching a glinting quill—molten silver.
The figure intoned, “Who ever dared to finish my story?”
She stepped forward, her voice was steady, her eyes soaking with fear. “I did.”
The figure smiled. “So you must write the next chapter.”
Light filled the attic, then died and Clara, empty chair, blank notebook.
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