Contributor: Madeline Dyer - - Time goes ever so slowly when you're on your own. When there're no clocks or radios. When you're trapped in perfect daylight forever. You don't even know whether time itself still exists. It, like so many other things, could've just been forgotten, lost, hidden away. Pure white daylight. It's everywhere. Permanently haunting me. I run. It runs. I hide. It hides. It is me and I am it. Time is my only companion. But time heals, right? That's one of the sayings that I remember... One of the sayings that's very much still alive within the pristine, clean abyss that is my world. They say that with time I'll have forgotten what it was like to be human. They say that I'll be content with this: the life of a Time-Walker. They lie. They all lie. I will lie. It sounded exciting, at first. They told me all...

Read more »

These icons link to social bookmarking sites where readers can share and discover new web pages.

• 
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 

0 Comments

Author: Madeline Dyer