Thursday, November 3, 2011


Throughout the night the sound of the violin was screeching through her head she couldn't tell if it was reality or in her dreams. She slowly arose from bed and knew something had to be done to stop the throbbing noise. Without thinking clearly she grabbed the revolver under her pillow. Gazing at it she knew that it was wrong but there was no other way to stop the noise; she had to kill it.

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