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Looking down the hole that led to nowhere, I could taste the bitterness of my fate; the sour spit that hunger had released into my dry mouth drizzled around in an uncontrolled manner. My stomach churned and my intestines were strangled, as though a snake had twirled around them and slit them with its sharp and jagged teeth releasing a strong poison that irritated the surface of my innards. My eyes blurred for what seemed eternity leading me to the subconscious of my mind. Every worry and problem provoked my mind constantly, almost an endless quest. I suddenly opened my eyes realising that they were closed; simultaneously I dipped my bare hand into the water, a cold and slimy substance oozed it way up to my view as an adrenaline rushed through every nerve of my body, a shot of electricity shot at me. My eyes widened and a bright red colour clouded the water, a pool of blood? My mind flipped at every moment and every different assumption displaced every new thought. I grabbed the material that was blocking the water from going down the hole that led to nowhere with my left hand. My hand shaking at every thought, a cold shiver ran down my spine as cold sweat trickled down the side of my forehead. I lifted my hand up and a strong smell hit my nose, it was the smell of blood. I lifted the object and shock hit me like lightening, fear displaced my sadness, sickness changed my bloodstream from blood to a thick liquid pus and vomit. I held the muscle with my right hand as my left hand was paralysed with shock. The adrenaline shot me forcing me to move but shock shattered me into thin slices that were impossible to put back again. I fetched frantically for a plastic bag, my body sweltered with heat as I felt away for... ... middle of paper ... ...rt. I could taste real blood leaking out of my mouth. A bolt of lightning jolted every nerve within me and an aggravating pain caused me to collapse. I was shaking and by eyes bulged out as a sharp pain forced its way through every nerve and vessel in my body. My brain was closing; I knew this was the end. My intestines felt as though they were being ripped into thin strips and blood was gushing out of me like a fountain. My ribs were being crushed into powder and a cold air entered my half open body freezing every part of me, every cell, and every drop of blood. I was iced until I suddenly froze. My eyes were still open and I could still see a little. They went. They disappeared. They ran like the wind, rushed like the waves and vanished into thin air. I lay there with my eyes open wide. The blood drained slowly. All became a blur. Suddenly my heart stopped.
My body could no longer move, and everything in the room was merely a blur to me. The sounds of people talking and the birds outside merely become cold empty sounds in my ears. I could barely hear or see anything anymore. I knew my end was drawing near.
I stared down at my hands, trying to control the shaking. My breathing came out slowly, if it came out at all. I felt like bursting into tears. I stared at the boards in front of me. My head was spinning, and my mind was racing. I couldn’t believe I had missed that break.
“No!” I protested. “It’s very light.” I said lifting it up. “Let’s fight!” I yelled and he charged at me. We both struck with the swords and met in an “X” in the middle and they had made a loud crack sound, like a piece of broken glass scratching against a blackboard. My arms shivered and sent multiple shocks of sharp stabbing pain up my arms.
I felt pressure on my body as if the air pushed it down and the blood fluid up to my forehead and ripped my veins, it is the most painful experience I’ve ever had. My face started twitching and my hands started shivering. That was all I remembered
As all of this was taking place, I was frozen. Something strange was happening to me. It was as if every single cell in my body was screaming at me to move, yet I still remained stuck in place. My heart beat rapidly, my breath quickened and everything around me slowed to a crawl. I drew my pistol. The last thing I remember was clearing leather and raising my
Just erupting from a deep blackout not realizing what had just taken place only a few minutes before, as I looked around twelve familiar faces looked back at me with a nervous angst that I myself was about to experience. Eventually coming to my senses I looked at my arm as shock was pouring through my entire body like a ocean flooding a city during a hurricane. My arm should’ve been laying down the side of my body and only the top half was while the other was flipped over facing the wrong direction.
After a short while, the stick began to get hard and tougher to chop than before. Up until now, I had been cutting away from myself, down. Now I proceeded to cut upwards to release the tension in the centre. The wood cut smoother and the jaggedy parts protruding out in the centre started to thin at the base. At last, the extra protrusion was thin enough. In just one swift stroke of the blade, I would have it off. I made the blow and the short segment of wood jumped off and hurtled to the ground below. But the blade continued. I winced with pain as it found it’s mark. Fleetingly, I pulled the blade out of my hand. Then, red. Only red. The thin, cardinal liquid continued to percolate from within me. Faster, in larger quantity. It cascaded outwards, shrouding my hand from the air itself. Flowing down my arm, leaping to the now maroon earth
I noticed much of what I was standing sitting on was a metal slab with a glass covering, and something other than my muscles respond. My arms were gas, fluffy and full of nothing, yet there was power behind them. I touched a cool glass willing it to open, when it shattered amidst the rumbling.
“What’s happening to me?” I screamed and tried to move my body but I was stuck. My breathing got faster and faster as all my worst interpretations of what was
Water, I needed water so incredibly urgently. The burning sensation for water filled my throat as my lips cracked simultaneously with the breeze. My head was thumping like someone was using my skull as their drum, beating rhythmically to a tribal dance tune. I opened my eyes towards the ceiling. Waking to the smell of my own perspiration could not mask the other aromas that were permeating my nostrils. The air tasted like a rundown bar with no sense of familiarity. I tried to pull my lethargic body up from stool surrounded by broken glasses and shattered wood. Petrified, I ran as fast as I could, confused as to where I was. An acute episode of dizziness overcame my poisoned body; so severe I could not fight it. I could feel my consciousness
All I saw was my brother’s limp body fall backwards straight onto the cold concrete. It happened so fast. I stood there in shock as my brother was lying on the ground, as still as a statue, almost dead-like. My heart was beating a million miles per hour as I ran to get my mom and dad. My dad asked me what was wrong, but no words could come out of my mouth. I dragged him to our basement where my brother was laying lifeless.
it was hot enough to melt my brain. I feel my eyes flutter open. I shut them back closed. No use ,I open my eyes and shift my
As I turned around to begin the journey towards my hopeless shot, disregarding the obvious mistake I was making, it hit me. The pressure from the sudden unexpected impact on the tip of my left elbow shot through my entire body quickly and painfully. The pain shot from my elbow, through my arm, down through my legs, then back up to my other arm, and finally to my head. The pain was strong and sharp. It felt as though I had fallen on an electric cattle fence, and it had given me one strong electrical shock that overtook my whole body with pain for a split second.
I fell onto the porch. My ears were ringing like old telephones and my lip was pulsing and hot with blood. I laid there a while before I ever heard Mr. Silver yelling at Matt. He was out in the yard now. I rolled over on my back. My knuckles were bleeding from where they had hit first, trying to catch my body. I still couldn’t hear out of my left ear. It was ringing like crazy, my lip was hot and swollen, and I was in pain all over.
My mind was all muddled up and everything went topsy-turvy inside it. Yet, I remained still and silent. No one would ever imagine how I was feeling. There wasn't the cool atmosphere around me, nor the usual tranquility outside. My heart was pounding fast. I could hear the voice of my doctor saying that I had cancer and I could only live for a month.