So this is an excerpt of a story that I’ve actually just finished the first draft of. It’s called ‘Heavy Blood’, and this scene (which is the prologue) basically portrays a man suffering the late stages of a poison called Blood Moon. I’d explain what it does, but I think I do a pretty good job of describing it, and honestly I’m not proud about how proud I am of this, and if you like it and want to read more into it, it is a 4000 word story and is currently in first draft stages. However, I would absolutely love to share it with a wider audience and see what others think of it, because I’ve worked tirelessly on this, and I love it to pieces. Anyway, lets get into it.
Moonlight seared into the room as the silk curtains were ripped from their place and dejectedly wilted to the hair-coated floorboards below. He shut his eyes, but even this brought a new torrent of dull pain that ached inside his head. He opened them but he was blinded, clouded by a haze of livid red. His scalp singed as he tore at the remaining patches of hair that were yet to carpet the rest of the wooden floor. A pitiful squeal left his ruptured voice box and pierced the oppressive air nearby. His heart convulsed; creating seismic tremors in his chest as boiling blood cascaded through battered veins and frail arteries. The hot crimson spilled from the man’s neck as a half-healed scar succumbed to the constant ambush from within.
His ribs splintered as he collapsed onto an overturned bookshelf with a trembling hand clamped tightly around his neck. Streams of blood and sweat washed through his fingers, painting the hand a glistening scarlet. A ghastly feeling of nausea slowly churned into a welcome fade of exhaustion, until a deep burst thundered in his chest.
Everything stopped. The room rolled backwards into darkness.