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This is a one-off shot, not so much a story as such, more an atmospheric piece. It is a description of two Series 3 Skins characters dancing together in a club, but the question is: which two?
See if you can work out who they are from the fairly cryptic clues sprinkled around in the narrative! It's a word puzzle as well as a piece of creative writing. I've no idea if I've made it too easy or too difficult. If you want to play along, tell me who you think the characters are and why. No prizes, just a bit of fun!
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The pulsating, throbbing beat drives you on to dance even faster.
Relentlessly, ruthlessly. It is pounding and pounding.
In your head.
Like a sledge hammer.
Like dynamite, a stick of dynamite.
Your head is spinning out of control, you feel punch drunk, as high as a kite.
You know there's no escape from the music's vice-like grip. It holds you as its prey and will countenance no mercy.
Your lungs feel like they're fit to burst, you long to catch your breath and cast aside the demons that are circling in your head.
But you are a prisoner to the sounds that echo all around you.
The noise has trapped you in its vortex of infinite space, spiralling and twisting you into near oblivion.
Alone, you could make a break for it, a dash for freedom and a release from all the madness that threatens you from every side.
But you are not alone.
Your partner, likewise captivated and hypnotised by the incessant rhythm, depends on you to stay.
You are as if chained together, destined to shadow each other's every movement. The two of you are in total synchronicity.
You brush seductively against one another; you exchange meaningful glances, sometimes the occasional smile.
You are as one, in perfect harmony.
You gyrate to the rhythm of the music, your hips swaying from side to side, suggestively, provocatively, in time to the beat. Arms raised high above your head, wrists crossed symbolically, you crave attention – and you deserve it. Look at me! Look at me! No-one else!
Beads of sweat bear witness to your exertions. Your partner advances, step by measured step, writhing, wriggling and seeking your approval. You show your admiration in your eyes. Two minds but with a single thought.
Suddenly a stranger tries to come between the two of you. An interloper, an infiltrator, he seeks to break down the walls you have put up around you.
Resentment, even contempt, rages within you at such treachery.
This is your own exclusive magic circle.
Entry is by invitation only.
No others are allowed to penetrate – without exception.
No like-minded soul, no lovers of the terpsichorean muse, no heart-stricken poet of the dance.
The two of you close ranks. A show of unified defiance despatches the intruder.
He retreats, head bowed, tail between his legs. He was not worthy of them.
Chests are swollen with pride at such glorious victory. The sanctity of the unit has been preserved.
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I shall reveal the identity of the characters in a few days time in a final chapter 2. But if you don't care who they are, that's fine. If you just want to review it as a piece of creative prose, great! Either way, I'm just trying out a different style. All comments will be welcome!
