Here is an excerpt of a book I have been working on. Hope you enjoy.
As he ran down the street, his thinking was jumbled and confused. He could not come up with a coherent thought; it was as if his brain had lost signal and gone to white noise. Left. Left. Right. Another left. Down the streets of the city he ran at full speed. So blurred was his thinking that even the streets and surrounding buildings seemed to be a solid streak of color.
Wait. What the-- The half formed thought came crashing to a halt. The streets and buildings were a blur. Cars were falling behind him, time seemed to have no meaning. He was moving faster than sight could follow. He glanced behind and saw a wake of destruction. It looked as if a great explosive force had shot up the sidewalk on which he ran.
That split seconds glance nearly cost him dearly. His eyes snapped forward in time to see the bus on the street perpendicular to his. Directly in front of him. There was no time to think. Some deep instinctual reflex took over then: at the last second he arched backwards, feet floating parallel to the ground. Seemingly against gravity he flew on his back straight underneath the moving bus. His hands grabbed the axle, the sudden pull lifting his legs higher and curving them up and out the other side, the undercarriage missing his face by less than a centimeter.
Shooting nearly straight up, he gracefully tucked in his legs and righted himself, landing firmly on his feet. On top of a light pole.
What is going on?! This isn't possible! His heart rate felt off the charts. It was getting painful. It was excruciating. His whole body felt like it was on fire. What the-- He blacked out......
As he ran down the street, his thinking was jumbled and confused. He could not come up with a coherent thought; it was as if his brain had lost signal and gone to white noise. Left. Left. Right. Another left. Down the streets of the city he ran at full speed. So blurred was his thinking that even the streets and surrounding buildings seemed to be a solid streak of color.
Wait. What the-- The half formed thought came crashing to a halt. The streets and buildings were a blur. Cars were falling behind him, time seemed to have no meaning. He was moving faster than sight could follow. He glanced behind and saw a wake of destruction. It looked as if a great explosive force had shot up the sidewalk on which he ran.
That split seconds glance nearly cost him dearly. His eyes snapped forward in time to see the bus on the street perpendicular to his. Directly in front of him. There was no time to think. Some deep instinctual reflex took over then: at the last second he arched backwards, feet floating parallel to the ground. Seemingly against gravity he flew on his back straight underneath the moving bus. His hands grabbed the axle, the sudden pull lifting his legs higher and curving them up and out the other side, the undercarriage missing his face by less than a centimeter.
Shooting nearly straight up, he gracefully tucked in his legs and righted himself, landing firmly on his feet. On top of a light pole.
What is going on?! This isn't possible! His heart rate felt off the charts. It was getting painful. It was excruciating. His whole body felt like it was on fire. What the-- He blacked out......
Beautiful imagery. You are a truly amazing writer! Keep up the good work! :D
ReplyDeleteOnce again I bow to my brother's unsurpassed writing abilities.
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