Read the piece below. You can use the red opening
to frame your own description of a gory and graphic scene based on Chapter five
of 'The War of the Worlds'.
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His skin began to prickle with a neat
intensity, every inch of his body tingled at once, as though he were under attack
from a million needle points sticking him over and over. The cells along his
arm expanded, the water held within the thin membranes expanding and tearing
the tissue at a microscopic level. Blood seeped through his cotton shirt and
red blotches floated to the surface, dark at the centres, like islands
spreading across his limbs. His skin took on a purpled, bruised pallor and his
mind roared from the freezing heat that bombarded his body. So severe was the
strength of the heat-ray that struck him that he crumpled in an instant and his
head rocked from side to side before tiny shoots of flame sprang out of his
mouth, out of his eyes and the pop and splatter of destroyed organs filled his
ears before they too were crippled by the heat.
His skin now black and ash-like, he toppled to the side, his head
cracking against a stone and breaking like a china pot would. His body
smouldered from the remaining heat. He was long dead, but his body jerked and
shifted as the limbs slowly burnt away and the weight of his body gave in
against its own pressure until he was nothing more than a burnt and blackened
heap of ash.
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