Saturday, July 13, 2013

July Blog Chain Prompt



 This month's prompt at the Absolute Write Blog Chain:
Dog Days of Summer

In other words, the hottest and most sultry part of summer. Etymology lesson here. As always, can be prose, poetry, play, fiction, nonfiction.

I used my main character from my novel and this prompt actually helped me get 'unstuck' in a particular area. Really, Really helped. 
Please be sure to check out my fellow bloggers contributions to this prompt below.


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Even though he was alone Niles croaked out of his dry mouth,
“I’m either in Hell or walking towards it’s deep dark depths.”
He kept walking but had no idea where he was going, how he got there or why. The answers to these questions were in his head somewhere, he knew that, but accessing them proved to be futile. The intense heat he found himself in, bore into his head and any thought or memory that tried to surface was quickly turned to ash by a barrier of molten lava that swam around his brain.
The bottoms of his feet burned with every step, he looked down and realized he had no shoes. As he examined the rest of his body and saw he was wearing a white t-shirt and blue pajama bottoms drenched in his own sweat. These were not his clothes, he knew where they came from but that barrier kept all information he sought from surfacing, rendering him an idiot.
The temperature continued to rise and his heart beat wildly. Niles placed his hand on his chest for fear his heart would explode. He was panicking and the more fear he let seep into his bones the hotter the air became, so much so that breathing it in was painful. His tongue and the roof of his mouth became two pieces sandpaper rubbing together. He was certain he could no longer speak.
He looked at his arms and before his eyes bright red blotches appeared. They turned blood red until they began to bubble then break open oozing a clear liquid that evaporated as soon as it appeared.
He turned away. Was he in Hell or the surface of the sun? He was beyond thought and reason. Air could barely make it to his lungs. He was ready to burst into flames and melt in to the ground on he which stood,
“Niles.”
Did someone call his name? Or was he imagining rescue?”
”Niles.”
Again, from a different direction.
“Niles. Niles. Niles. Niles.”
Voices drew closer. He could feel himself leaving his burning body. He grabbed the sides of his head to keep it from popping off his shoulders. If he could just hold on until the voices reached him maybe he would be saved.
Ahead of him a figure started to form. At first it was a blob that wavered far beyond his reach. It quickly moved towards him, he noticed it had legs. The legs were running to him calling his name over and over. He turned to look back from were he came and he saw and heard the same. His stomach turned and twisted into a nervous knot. Some how he knew these two figures descending upon him represented good and evil and they were in a race to see who would embrace him first.
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