Anna woke to the bell screaming — time to go! She shut her eyes just a little bit longer and covered her ears, hoping the moment wasn’t now, wasn’t so soon. Reality caught up with her desperate mind.

She began this routine, this dance, not with a delicate footstep, but with a violent spring on the mat. She wasn’t the first — no, the crowd was already abuzz; every stomp, clap, even whisper reverberated, echoing in an endless, incoherent torrent of noise. Her pounding heartbeat set the rhythm of the moment and was felt by the crowd, who took it as their own. Pounding hands… pounding feet… pounding hearts.

A second step forward. The pressure was immense — the foundation groaned under the strain, the crowds roared louder, canines barked in the distance. A squeezing wall of bodies encircled her and pulled her closer, then pushed her away. Moving in time, in and out, pressing until all air was driven out of the room and all thought driven from her mind. The floor began to move under her, and she gasped.

A third step. The flashing lights of the cameras blinded her, amplified in the sequins rippling down her body, the glitter, the sheen of sweat that had formed in an instant. Waves of vibrant color washed over the dome above, electric blue, neon orange, lime green at first, moving faster and faster — BLUE! ORANGE! GREEN! BLUE! — rushing to become one color, sickly and pale. Then there were only shades of red.

A fourth step, yet — she slipped! Rumbling voices of disapproval swam around the room, but for the first time she could hear her own jagged breathing, feel the stillness of the mat.

The moment was gone. The crowds slowly filed out; her fans, her family returned to their slumbering quiet. She gathered herself and rose from the mat. The imprint of her agonizing defeat she carried until at last, the pain faded, and the dawn warmly welcomed her once again.

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Eric Radcliffe
Eric Radcliffe(@eric-radcliffe)
1 year ago

Well Erica, you managed to explain the agony of a migraine, and how thankful I am that I have never suffered from one. The speed and pace of a migraine is set in colour and the intolerance of sound, and every emotion, all expressed beautifully (beautifully doesn’t seem to fit? ha,ha.) Well explained and written.

Katy Bizi
Katy Bizi(@katy-bizi)
1 year ago

Erica, your descriptions are on point! They really help transfer the anxiety and the pain the character has to deal with.

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Susan Giles
Susan Giles(@susan-giles)
1 year ago

Unfortunately, a very accurate, vivid portrayal of a migraine. Perhaps your story will help lessen the next migraine I have. I always know they will end. Thank you (I think!) for your story.

Sandra James
Sandra James(@sandra-james)
1 year ago

Fortunately, I’ve never suffered from migraines but your story is just how I imagined they would feel like. Not being something you can ‘see’, I think it’s hard for many of us to understand what sufferers go through but your story helps us understand without the pain! Great story.

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Ila Kardijanova
Ila Kardijanova(@ila-kardijanova)
1 year ago

I just love how you used descriptive writing to make every detail pop in your story. Sadly, I have suffered many migraines and the dawn was always there like a hero to wake me up. Well written!!

Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
1 year ago

I am glad that I didn’t suffer Migraine in my life. But I know how it can cause a severe throbbing pain that is very hard to deal with. I am hoping that people around the sufferer will understand more and give 100 percent patience, love and care to those who suffer from this (migraine) just to help them in easing or dealing with the pain.

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