Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Writing a tense scene along a hospital corridor


The atmosphere was tense. The wheels of the hospital bed swirled along as fast as a Formula One car. Like ostriches, the medical staff ran alongside the bed rolling against the rubber floor . It was another suicide case. There was a sense of urgency in the air as the nurses, wearing frantic expression on their faces, threw their sight at the emergency ward as if the patient’s life depended on it! The wheels finally screeched to a halt as they reached the surgical ward.

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