A new story

She picked it up and read the title.
- Not good enough she said putting back the book. She took out a new one and read the summary.
- Boring she sighed and put back the sixteenth book today. Oh how difficult life can be when you're a picky ready she thought. She kept strolling through the isles but didn't really pick up any books. She had given up on finding something good to read. Once she had gone down a couple isles, she sat at a random table and took out a quill, ink and parchment paper. She didn't notice if anyone was sitting at the table, she was in her little world.
- I'll do it myself then! She mumbled as she dipped her quill in the ink and started thinking. She loved to write and had a big imagination but she rarely showed her work to people. She also loved acting but only in front of her mirror at night. She was not confident enough to show anybody. I could write about a dystopian world where the villain falls in love with the main character or one where people start loosing their five senses one at a time. Ideas kept flowing but indecisive as she is, Phoenix just couldn't pick one. She just stared at the parchment and got lost in her thoughts.

Reducio

Interacting with: @Simon Kincaid