*The following short scene is an assignment I submitted for my Creative Writing class. The instruction was to write in 300 words an action that takes 10 seconds in real time. It’s called a slow-motion moment. I also chose to write in third person POV as practice, and the first scene that came to mind really was the Jake thing.
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Jake had only a split second to turn his head around, but he didn’t get to do even that. Almost instantly, he felt something cold and hot on his stomach—like ice on fire. He felt no pain, but his vision started to get blurry. He felt is surroundings dim as if seeing the familiar alley for the first time through the lens of an old camera. The night was out of focus, but he could still see the silhouette of someone barely a feet away from him on his right. Rain, slight fog, and the cold and hot sensation confused Jake, and he tried to place the man’s hazy face.
He somehow tried to reach his hand out forward and noticed something new. Something that may have caused him to panic if his vision and mind weren’t becoming blurrier and blurrier. His hand was wet, but it wasn’t water. He’d been holding his stomach, trying to see where the hot and cold sensation was coming from, but it only made his hand wetter. The smell of iron pierced his nostrils and an image of red flooded his mind’s eye.
He tried to focus his eyes on the strange silhouette again, which he noticed just stood there in front of him. And then—a small movement. Another hot and cold sensation on a different part of his stomach, but this time he felt something. Like all the blood rushed to his head and the entire alley started spinning in front of him. Jake tried to blink but he was struggling to keep his eyes open already. He saw the buildings beyond, the strange silhouette, and the wet ground start to float up, but when he hit his head onto something, it felt clearer that his surroundings didn’t rise up—he fell to the ground instead.
Jake tried to look up, but he couldn’t see anything anymore; just white dots dancing on a clear night sky. And then he finally felt it. A searing pain, a choking sensation, coughing up and swallowing his own blood.