There was a rocking, back and forth. He was on the sea again. The false sea of Seahaven, with a false sky, and a director who thinks himself comparable with god, sitting on high. With offers to bless or to smite ( Read more... )

Truman was back in his world. Not outside LA, but back in Seahaven again. It was night, or at least he couldn't see much light around. He was somewhere around the main streets, but it seemed deserted. He started running, but it was hard because of the blizzard. Blizzard? There was no snow. Probably too hard to do snow inside the dome. This made ( Read more... )

Last time, Truman had entered his world, he had left Sylvia behind. And there was a growing crowd screaming his name. Now the alleyway looked quiet and deserted in the nighttime air. Cool California night by the feel of the slight breeze. He took a few cautious steps in, and then glanced back, clearly tense and nervous. This was more like how he ( Read more... )

Sylvia slowly walked away, but then she thought she faintly heard a door opening, and sounds of conversations, glasses clinking, and the chatterings of various voices and languages in the distant ( Read more... )

It was a brief appearance, with a handful of eyewitnesses. But sometimes that's enough.

Newspaper reporters frantically typed up articles after frantic interviews. Headlines screaming, "TRUMAN SIGHTED! TRUMAN LIVES!"

And it was all over the evening news.

"This just in, about 25 people at the edge of the studio dome that once housed the wildly ( Read more... )

Fade in ( Read more... )

It's all come to this. The sky painted wall felt cool and smooth under his hand. It broke under the bowsprite, but his fists didn't have enough force break through. So another way. Need to explore.
You and I ( Read more... )