Prologue:
Books. Some people see them as bound up paper with words on them. But a few of us, a very few of us see them as much more than that. We know that inside a
book, there is adventure, hope, sorrow, happiness and lessons to be learnt. They are there for us when no one else is. We know that the *thud* we hear when we close the book, symbolises yet another end to an incredible journey. Then we look up around us and see that time has passed and life continues to go on while we sit there wondering how no one could care about what we had just went through. This is the feeling books give a lot of people. This is the feeling books give me.
But what if one day, all the pages that open up doors for us, went blank?
YOU ARE READING
Blank Pages
FantasyWhat happens when you read too much? So much, that books become your only friends. You pour your whole life into them. What if one day, the pages went blank and the books started pouring themselves into you?
