SKITTER

My hands dance across the laptop. They scratch the keys with a sound like rustling paper. The sound makes my ears twitch. Incessant. Annoying. I yank the abused headphones over my head and plug them in. The ear-itch sound is gone, replaced by the heavy flow of drums and synths and vocals that rip your heart out through your ears. Half of it going one way, half the other. Letters string themselves into words on the screen in front of me, but I'm not entirely sure of the story they will play out yet. The music flows together until my playlist, rock, EDM, dubstep, even some pop, all blends into one song. The soundtrack of my life. A heavy drop is like a roller coaster, and I fall into an abyss, then land on rough steps, taken on a journey with heavy guitar riffs.

The words come together now. Even if they tell no story, they still tell all of it that needs to be told. Read aloud, the characters flow together just like the songs do, all interconnected, all spun into a web of the writerverse.