4am.
An empty room.
My words reverberate again and again in the void of two million offline users, the echoes returning to me in a teasing parody of conversation, a vast conspiracy of voices, all agreeing with my every utterance. I am not lonely, but this space is too big for me.
End.
What do you think? A new genre of really short story that must fit in 3 sms's. Could spur creativity. Or is it a 4am idea.
Monday, April 02, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
This is the best story yet. This man is a writing GOD.
Post a Comment