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Descriptive Writing Exercise: Vertigo

Filed Under (The Bottomless Abyss, Writing) by Deltrice on 09-01-2005

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It all started with a slight tingling sensation. A tiny surge of energy shocks that heightened my senses. I was being licked by the tongue of Aphrodite, falling in love for the first time, shivering from mind blowing orgasms. This is how it all started and also how it ended.

The surge began to infect other parts of my body. Spreading like a disease from the top of my head down to the tips of my toes. My arms became heavy as if they were exhausted from being stagnate and no longer wanted to be part of my body. My chest palpitated in forced, shallow empty rhythms too subdued to take deep breaths. My head felt like a rubber-band was firmly and tightly secured around. My thoughts all rushing to the front of my scalp fighting to be emancipated. My head throbbed at an even, jarring pace that was familiar to me.

Every time I inhaled, the sensations grew more and more intense. I felt as if oxygen were feeding my overload of senses. The air suddenly became thick with tension, too hard to swim through. As I sat there, the room began to twirl around me. Colors began to blur. Sentimental lavender. Brilliant blue. Vivid white. Soothing magenta. Cohesively fading away as the throbbing became more and more intense. The colors haunted my vision and became speckled all over anything I laid my eyes on. They were ingrained on the back of my eyelids and every time I opened my eyes or blinked, I saw a burst of confetti snowing from a sky full of pinatas.

The colors fused with everything I saw and swam in circles around the room. My head began to feel like it weighed a ton, too heavy to be supported by the rest of me. Too uneasy to be held. Chaotically overflowing to occupy the room. Red blotches lined my face. My eyes could barely stay open. Trying to hold onto everything I knew, I blinked for the last time and that’s the last thing I felt or saw.

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3 Responses to “Descriptive Writing Exercise: Vertigo”


  1. I wonder … if that truly is how it all started. Being born? Colors, sensations, etc? I’d like it to end in that fashion rather than an agonizing one.


  2. Nice. Mind if I add you as a friend?


  3. Don’t mind at all.. I’ll add u back. =)

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