A collection of short (but lengthy) one shots, of our beloved Eddie Munson.
A selection of stories for any avid reader that likes to read a story in its completion.
Enjoy 😊
Blissfully high, at a music festival, having the time of our lives.
We were all high on the brightly coloured pills of various shapes and sizes that we'd been given.
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And we were all caught up in a personal drug fuelled haze of our own.
My vision was encased in a purple and blue frame; everything I looked at, had this striking coloured outline to it, and it was almost like I was looking through purple tinted glasses.
The music felt close; as if it was a part of me, and I liked it alot.
And then I saw her.
Dancing fluidly, like a river runs downstream. Her hips swayed effortlessly and her arms were open and out as she moved to the music.
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Something told me that she was riding out a high similar to my own, as she connected with the music in a different way before my eyes.
It was like the music was a part of her too.
She was completely in time with the music, which I was so acutely aware of, as I stared at her with sudden and unexpected tunnel vision.
All I could see was her. Her and colour.
Her in colour.
Her eyes were closed as she lost herself, and I could feel myself losing myself at the sight of her, lost in her movement, completely hypnotised.
She was enchanting; like a mistress of magic.
The various drug fuelled lights that I was seeing bounced off her and the sounds of the panpipes warmed me, making me vibrate with the rush.
They lightly kissed her brunette hair and her tanned skin, as I was hypnotised by the movement of her hips, and she paused as the music stopped momentarily.
I watched her take a series of momentary deep breaths before the music kicked in again, and she continued to dance, mesmerising me.
I sank to the floor, the grass feeling weird against the skin of my legs and my hands as I touched it for a moment, becoming familiar.
