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On repeat...

I wrote the following as a hot pen/warm up execise whilst listening to my ipod. It's short and probably could use some more work but I felt like sharing it anyway because I felt like it had something inherently creepy hiding in its shadowed corners...

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The music filled her, blocking out the sounds of traffic, sirens and drunken laughter. Shutting out the voice in her head telling things she didn't want to hear and certainly didn't want to think about. There was only the music and the sweet-sour of the singer's voice telling her that love was pain and would destroy you but remained the most beautiful experience of our lives.

She didn't hear the footsteps approaching her and drawing nearer; she never heard the sound of his voice. She only felt the sudden spike of pain in her neck and then the floor seemed to be leaping up to greet her.

She woke slowly, the sweet-sour voice tender in the background of her full body headache. She was curled in the dark upon …

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