The dim light of his apartment permeated into his awakening dreamscape. Ethereal, the realm was full of the faces of unknown figures, and lands racing forward and past. Thomas walked by like the rest of the nameless entities. Something had possessed them all, a new curiosity that stood higher than previous questions of where his life could lead. Beside the masses in their shambling march, he found himself stood at a blinking, blank white webpage the size of a cinema screen. At the very centre of this grand screen, the initials of SLN bore into his vision like a drill.
sully over 1 year ago
Another excerpt from my writing project, Blanks. This is a page or two on from my first excerpt posted on here, which is Entrance to the Rabbit-hole.