A Fragment
I don't have much time to write today, but I did manage to get a little bit in. Here's the opening to something I'm going to call "The Fifth Explosion."
The first hit was searing. My nail polish bubbled, and my hair burst into flames. Before I even had the chance to scream, my eyelids dried open, sticking to dessicated eyes. The force of the concussion knocked me into the ditch, filthy runoff being the only thing that saved me.
I was drowning, my body stiff with shock, unresponsive. The ditch was deep and the current strong. The water rolled me down deep, and then something hit me and brought me back to myself. I kicked, flailed my arms, and crashed into the side of the ditch. My face pressed hard against a grate, bruising my cheek, cutting my forehead. I grabbed onto the rusted metal and pushed myself up.
I broke the surface gagging and choking, lungs exchanging the grey water with burnt air. I could hear nothing but the piercing whistle of my damaged ears, but my eyes worked just fine. When I turned away from the wall I saw Hell.
The first hit was searing. My nail polish bubbled, and my hair burst into flames. Before I even had the chance to scream, my eyelids dried open, sticking to dessicated eyes. The force of the concussion knocked me into the ditch, filthy runoff being the only thing that saved me.
I was drowning, my body stiff with shock, unresponsive. The ditch was deep and the current strong. The water rolled me down deep, and then something hit me and brought me back to myself. I kicked, flailed my arms, and crashed into the side of the ditch. My face pressed hard against a grate, bruising my cheek, cutting my forehead. I grabbed onto the rusted metal and pushed myself up.
I broke the surface gagging and choking, lungs exchanging the grey water with burnt air. I could hear nothing but the piercing whistle of my damaged ears, but my eyes worked just fine. When I turned away from the wall I saw Hell.