Today's 100 words:
She journeyed to the healer, fell upon her knees, begged for help, a cure, an end to the fog that blurred the edges of her world, that made her feel as though all sounds--hellos, good-byes, a child's cries--were coming to her through a wall of denseness, and even the sound of her own voice echoed through her head, loud and brash, until a whisper seemed like thunder or the blast of the trumpet carried by that band member as he marched down the street-left, right, left--past her closed window and closed drapes and closed ears.
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Friday, March 23, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
The roaring
Today's 100 words:
It was the roaring that made her crazy, the seashell sound of some indescribable fullness or heaviness, a rushing through the ear, never ceasing, forever consistent, only seeming to abate when the noise outside her head grew louder than the pounding within. She began to despise the quiet time she had always loved and craved, the only thing that brought peace to her mind, but now that peace danced hand in hand with strangeness and waltzed with insanity, and although she tried to ignore the cacophonous chaos, she wondered how long it would be before she was finally--blessedly--free.
It was the roaring that made her crazy, the seashell sound of some indescribable fullness or heaviness, a rushing through the ear, never ceasing, forever consistent, only seeming to abate when the noise outside her head grew louder than the pounding within. She began to despise the quiet time she had always loved and craved, the only thing that brought peace to her mind, but now that peace danced hand in hand with strangeness and waltzed with insanity, and although she tried to ignore the cacophonous chaos, she wondered how long it would be before she was finally--blessedly--free.
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