So I've started writing at chapter one.
Here's a bit from it:
Tyce let out a loud grunt of frustration,
throwing his hands in the air. He felt like an animal as full of anger as he
was; he rubbed his temples. He could feel one of his headaches coming on. They
were getting more frequent these days. He aimed a kick at his metal trash can
and sent it flying across the room. It landed against the wall and fell to the
floor with a crash, dumping its contents of empty chip bags and soda bottles
over his bed.
Tyce rolled his eyes and began cleaning
the mess, still seething. He shook his head to rid it of the ache but it didn’t
go away. He was starting to sweat. Well, that wasn’t new for a late
Oregon summer. He wiped his face on his shirt and finished picking up his
trash. Placing the can next to his desk, he massaged his temples again and
quickly pulled his hand away.
He'd burned his fingers.
He quickly turned to the only mirror in
his room, a long thin thing hanging on the back of his door. His skin was red –
almost glowing.
What
is going on, he thought.
He tried to touch it again, but flinched - it was
too painful. He reached for a glass of water on his bedside table and tried
pouring it over himself; it only steamed.
Now the heat was becoming unbearable.
Tyce didn’t know what to do or what was happening to him. He tried to continue
watching himself, as the redness moved from his temples down his pale face to
his neck and shoulders, but keeping his eyes open made it worse.
Once the heat reached his spine, it
became too much. Tyce crumpled in a heap onto the hard floor, wrapping his arms
around his head in an effort to guard himself from the pain. It was no use. Tyce felt each agonizing inch of
its progress as it crawled slowly down his spine vertebra by vertebra. He tried multiple times to scream for
help, but no sound escaped his lips.
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I’m
going to die; I don’t even know what’s happening, and I’m going to die…
Then the fire reached its peak, a
temperature Tyce was sure had never been discovered. It arrived at the
base of his spine and flared outward through his nervous system. Tyce’s back
arched, and his head was thrown back, his arms outstretched still lying on the
floor of his bedroom. His mouth was open in a silent scream of pain when suddenly, the
fire died.
Hope you enjoyed it! It feels really rough to me, but I'm still working on pinning down Tyce's voice... also I'm not sure about keeping the name... is it too different?
Your thoughts are appreciated!
-Darci-
