“Dead City. Dead City. Dead City. Dead City” Words played in her head as they drove through the night. A beautiful experience which had taken…… Read more “Looking outside the Window #36”
The dancing man stopped and turned and spotted the girl.
While nobody presaged what this trip held for them.
“Who are you?”
“Who do you think we are?”
“My inner voice??”
Let the events unfold while you free the pen to flow and create a tale. Witness your own book and get involved in every twist and turns it has to offer.
She blinked, and click! Captured the image in her mind forever.
The struggle of existence and life…
What do you know about non-existence and invisibility?
She looked at them, they looked at her and the awkward silence remained for a while.
“I found myself in Wonderland, get back on my feet again
Is this real? Is it pretend? “