The Music Box

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The Music Box

It was 4:15 in the morning when I heard it. A music box, twinkling in the distance. I had to investigate.
As I approached, the gentle breeze that was the wind headed warning. I thought I could see it, a dancer blissfully turning in a rythym of hope. The closer I got, the farther away it felt. It lead me. Deeper and deeper into the forest I went. Lost. I was cold, lonely. The gaze of hungry and desperate eyes peirced into me from all directions. There wasn't a soul around...or maybe there were many.

Created: Mar 07, 2014

Tags: short story, script, experimental, hitrecord, poetry, prose, story, writing, theme, testing, new

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