The EndgameThe bathroom swiveled in one sickening motion . Lights were extinguished. Paul skidded out of the shower and crashed upon the floor. Waves of everchanging colors collided with each other....blood red met emerald green and out came purplish foam . Shutting his eyes, Paul held onto the piece of tiled driftwood, hoping that it would be over soon....that it was a mindtrick, a nightmare, anything but reality...The Endgame1 year ago in Writing More Like This
He laid there for a long time. Until the seasick sensation subsided, Paul felt safe enough to get up. His eyes were unfocused, lines were blurred and the room seemed brighter than before. He worked his way over to the mirror and examined the rash. It pulsated and slowly grew larger. Wavering, Paul returned to the bedroom and began to dress. He needed air...he had to get away from that damned hostel and find the nearest hospital.
“What the heck?” Rubbing his eyes