Graphic writing- by Nash Pountney

His skin began to prickle with a neat intensity; every inch of his body tingled at once. It was as if he was being stabbed with needles, repeatedly. Blood began to stain his white shirt, creating bright red blotches. He began shaking and fell to the ground dramatically; his limbs began convulsing, his eyes became bloodshot and wide with fear. His mouth was open, as if he was screaming but no audible sound could be heard. The skin that was visible became black and charred. All of a sudden, the shaking stopped. He lay limp and lifeless, embedded in a pool of his own blood. A gust of wind blew past and took part of him with it; his whole body was like a pile of dust. The tiny blackened remains of him danced in the wind, leaving a puddle of blood which was the only remains of the poor unfortunate victim.

Graphic Description

My grotesque story

Slowly, his body withered and crippled in response to the heat-ray. He released a moan of intense agony that pierced through the air. The flame burned from inside out. It felt like an eternity as the heat writhed it’s poisonous claws around its heart. His spine. His soul. Beads of sweat evaporated instantly once released. Fumes of darkness and shadow escaped every crevice of his body. Embers in the hundreds furiously fluttered out of his gaping mouth in alliance with screams of anguish. His eyes drew dark and emotionless as the life was drained from them. Thick pulsating veins consumed them, deteriorating his vision. His skin crackled and drew translucent and thin as paper. Tears of solitude and distraught ravished their way through his dry thin lids, emerging without warning, they glistened in the rage of the flame around him. Alone, he began to reminisce of the life he lived. However, not even the flame that had already taken so much granted him this one last hope: peace from dying. With one last swift movement the flames, without struggle, obliterated his body, or what was left of it, resulting in an explosion of a thick, dense plume of ash and dust that darted in every direction.

Carried by the wind, the plume left no record that his body was once here, wiping him out of existence. The only thing left that labelled his life was a single tear. A tear that now held a man’s dreams, hopes, joy and freedom. This, untainted being was the only thing that marked his life.

Soon, similar beings were being harvested in the same spot. The flames took their pure souls also and only the tears of them were left. The atmosphere was alight with glowing clouds of dust. No, not dust, but the thin flakes left of the petrified bodies. 

Graphic Writing

Sorry it's so short. I have trouble with writing. Being a grade C and all. 

All thoughts extinguished as the searing fire engulfed his body and mind. He hadn't even a chance to glimpse it before it wrapped its sweltering arms around him. In seconds, his once smooth skin ignited, blistered and cracked, flaking off into the night air. Tissue and organs set alight, no feelings in his bones but overwhelming agony.

   He let out a howl of anguish as his exposed muscles convulsed, burned and shriveled. His stomach burst, allowing the boiling acids to flow from within. The blaze tore through his flesh, crumbling his inner workings, leaving him hollow and empty. His still sizzling blood dripped onto the ground, forming a small puddle of steaming red fluid.

His lifeless form toppled to the scorched earth; his face rested onto the blackened grass. His soul had departed from its mortal body. The pain was over; it would bother him no longer. 

The Final Warning

The stench of putrid flesh, vomit and blood hit his nose, causing him to wretch. his electrifying blue eyes gazed around the common and what he saw made his blood freeze with intense fear. Masses of dead, decaying bodies were piled up high, as if they weretin cans on a store shelf. Some of the rotten bodies' skin looked badly burnt. The skin it'self still bubbled and boiled and blood still oozed out the giant boils, landing with small splashes on the grey, gravel, ground.

He was so lost in thought of what happen. Questions swarmed his mind. Who did this? Why did they do it? So lost in fact, his mind hadn't registered the terrifying scream rip through the cold night air and pierce straight through to his feeble heart.
He quickly whipped his head round (so fast he thought his might be ripped clean of his shoulders) only to face to face with a young girl around the age nineteen. Her once blonde curls, now hung in red stained tangles down her petite frame. Her dark green eyes were filled with fright and she clutched at her slim, flat stomach.

"H-Help...me." She Stuttered out.

He looked at her in confusion. Help her? How could her help her? Was she injured?
Wait! Did she know what had happened here?

"Miss, do you what happened here?" he, asked taking her gently by the shoulders.

Just as she was about to answer, her body began to sway and she fell into his warm, yet slightly alarmed, embrace. Lowering her to the ground, he began to notice the sticky wet substance on his hand. Blood. She was bleeding. His eyes scanned down her body and what he sae made him throw up the contents in his stomach.

His body arched, as the sickly yellow bile left his body and landed before him in a pile of sick. Beads of sweat began to form upon his brow and he weerily wiped them away. His auborn hair feel acroos his face and he turned back towards the violently shaking girl.

The young girlwas still attempting to hold in her entrails that were seeping through her baby blue blouse and her fingers clutched at the ground. Just as another scream of pain left her lungs, he swiftly picked her up and held her to his quivering chest.

"What happened here? Who did this to you?" he desperatly asked again. He needed answers He needed them now!

Her face was now a plain white. Her once blood red lips were now a purple, blue colour and her green eyes, which were once filled with fear and pain, only held a dull look now. She fell limp in his arms and with one final breath, she gave her final warning.

"Run! They're Coming!"

Graphic Description- Katie

His skin began to prickle with a neat intensity, every inch of his body tingled at once. The heat permeated his body with an unspeakable severity. He could feel his blood boil and brood, perhaps curdle, beneath the flesh which encased his bones, now seizing and shaking. He let out no audible sound his eyes, however, grew bulbous and pulsated in a clumsy, random expression of fear. His hands convulsed and the convulsion became less. Flesh tore from his body, ripping from the very marrow-filled scaffold he was comprised of. His body flickered from side to side. His mouth dried; his lips drew into his mouth, as though a vacuum was installed in his throat.

His corrupted and broken body lay limp. Lain on the shallow grass, waning red puddles formed over his lose epidermis. Blood seeped from his hollow, soundless ear canals and the blood, which had risen to the surface, writhed and trickled, unsettling and cold, down his brow and lay in the furrows momentarily. Then, as if he were nothing more than a burnt log settled in a grate, his charred embers fell to the ground. Ashes- nothing more- in a small heap. The ashes danced across the Common and disappeared into the thick soupy darkness of the sky.

Graphic Description

I knew what was going to happen. With yet another blaze of heat, bodies were pitched like rag-dolls across Horsell Common but when they landed they were different: contorted and twisted in spasming shapes, wrapped in fiery shrouds, mouths stretched wide in silent screams.
            I couldn't tear my eyes from the nearest victim, but then the nearest victim's eyes tore, tore right from their sockets, and blood gushed superfluously onto the ash-black grass. Bones crackled sickeningly and easily as twigs, skin grated from the twitching corpses like zest from an orange. And as bodies blackened, coming rest on the unrecognisable common, the heat-ray ceased, but I could still feel the burning horror associated with the end, the very end, of everything.
            I rushed forward to one dilapidated body, if you could call it that, because now it was a grotesque mass of bones scattered around me. I heard an erupting roar and looked towards the cylinder's deep hollow, and as the heat-ray flared I knew I would soon become nothing more than the repulsive sight at my feet.
            Thrown back onto my writhing spine, I felt my veins sever, my skull shatter asunder, my burning apendages break away seamlessly, every cell in my body screaming in protest. My eyes were clamped shut against the disturbing views I knew I would see, and did, as my lids themselves were ripped away, and was forced to see the last sight, one of horror and atrocity, one of my body smoking and sinking to nothing

Graphic Writing - Eithne King

His skin began to prickle with a neat intensity; every inch of his body tingled at once. Collapsing, the man fell to his knees, watching his own flesh blister and seethe with a furious agony. Every muscle he had convulsed and tensed as his cells began to combust underneath his torrid skin. Smoke vapours spilled from his pores; a rasping sound escaped his arid throat. Quivering on the floor his white shirt fibres clung desperately to his feeble frame. Lacerations began to appear; jaggedly scoring slits across his taught body, dark pools of his curdling blood stained the ground beneath his writhing mass. Swollen capillaries flared angrily; threatening to burst forth. Everything inside of him blazed irately. Incensed with the alien technology that proffered such a brutal demise.

Wretched and scarred, the corpse jerked in a paroxysm of movement, the thud of his limbs connecting with the ground echoed dully. His skull swayed eerily as his body finally fell into a crumpled heap, motionless. Terror still etched upon his grotesquely distorted features.