Writing Exercises to Free My Mind

I couldn’t stand the silence. My heartbeat filled the void. The pounding of the drum overshadowed reason. I wanted to run. Every muscle told me it was the safest way to escape with my life, because I knew what was out there. Cold, heartless death was inching closer to my hideaway. My hunter moved like a ghost, only appearing at the moment of the final, ending blow. It didn’t matter if I stayed or went, the silence would kill me.