Woodclaw

Edited by Rjjt456 and WriterAngel Many stories start with a ‘bang’... this one with a ‘crash’ that reverberated across the empty halls of the public library. “Ouch… ouch… ouch…” Mallory complained as she crawled out from under the pile of books. It was almost 18:00 of a rather insignificant Thursday and she and her colleague Isabel were stuck putting the return books back on the shelves… or rather she was. As usual, Isabel had managed to slip away. Mallory believed it had something to do with camouflage. Between horned-rim glasses, a blouse perpetually buttoned to the top button and that, probably fake, British accent, Isabel looked like the stereotypical librarian, almost a younger copy of their boss, Ms. Diana. Meanwhile, Mallory rocked a floppy mohawk (with still a bit of pink on the tips), denim vest and a vast array of nerdy t-shirts. “Izy!” she called, feeling blood trickle from her scalp. “Izy! I really need a hand here!” No answer, only the echo of her voice across