“There’s a light pulsing somewhere, its soft, amber glow gently seeping into the delicate skin covering my eyes, pooling in the tiny gullies on either side of my nose. My body feels heavy, burdened with the weight of a thousand year sleep.”
“There’s a light pulsing somewhere, its soft, amber glow gently seeping into the delicate skin covering my eyes, pooling in the tiny gullies on either side of my nose. My body feels heavy, burdened with the weight of a thousand year sleep.”
Meridian Way
“I can hear someone whispering, like a mother quieting her small child: shhh…shhh…shhh…a pregnant pause taking shape and growing between each whisper, bringing life to the next series of sounds. They last no more than a few seconds, these brief acts of creation.”
Meridian Way, Lost“There’s a light pulsing somewhere, its soft, amber glow gently seeping into the delicate skin covering my eyes, pooling in the tiny gullies on either side of my nose. My body feels heavy, burdened with the weight of a thousand year sleep.”
Meridian Way, Lost“I look around and some of the people are sitting in their chairs just staring across the room. Some are actually eating but some are eating the paper plate and their food is all over the table and the floor. ”
I look down again and my sandwich is gone. I push my plate away and lay my head down on the table and close my eyes. I want to die but I’m just too damn tired.All in One Creative & Marketing Platform to tell stories at scale
