To whom it may concern

The librarian groaned as she straightened, one hand pressed to the small of her aching back. In her other hand she held a dustpan filled with dangerous words, which she emptied into the large salad bowl sitting on the counter in front of her.

"That bloody Paper Witch," she muttered, mostly to herself. A Knowledge Spirit hovering beside the book return chirruped it's agreement.

"I think that's the last of them," the librarian added, lifting first one foot, then another, then a third as she performed her final checks. Satisfied, she grabbed a fork and began devouring the word salad.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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The Paperwitch lunged, the tight folds of her body unfurling like one of those concertina file-boxes knocked from it's perch by a careless elbow in office-casual clothing.

Sara Sue leapt back, the beret she had worn since she was twelve keeping her hair from flying into her face and blinding her.

The Paperwitch expanded, twenty, thirty feet, streaked across with green and yellow paint. She twisted, too fast to follow, and Sara Sue found herself encircled by an ever-rising wall of stiff, beige-brown pages.

She struck out with the chalk, three lines, a narrow door, and darted through and away.

Ongoing Verse: Euclid

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Ongoing Verse: Pay Attention

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"Go on," whispered the Paper Witch, her voice like damp pages turning unaided in a haunted house. "Do it. You know you want to."

Harley Holmes sat in the middle of the Eerie Library's brightly painted and well-lit Children's Reading Area, surrounded by an ever-growing puddle of darkness. In his small hands he held a heavy board book bound in bloodstained linen.

"Eat of my flesh," hissed the Paper Witch. "Take me into yourself. Become my instrument upon the earth."

Her laugh rustled dryly through the stacks.

Harley considered for a moment, shrugged, and open his mouth. Hundreds of pearl-white milk teeth spun in concentric circles as he raised the book to his lips.

"Wait," said the Paper Witch. "Wait. That's too many teeth. You're not- I've changed my mind! Stop!"

Hard-wearing cloth and heavy-duty cardboard fell away in wet clumps, and the Paper Witch screamed and screamed and screamed.

Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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Ongoing Verse: Euclid

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Written for Day 30 of the 31_days October challenge. The prompt was "give me something"

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( Read the rest of the Trusted Associates verse here )