There is this theme contest I want to enter and it is about physical pain. Now, being a peaceful person, I have little to no experience describing physical pain (or even use it in a short story).
Got any tips you can spare?
Ivan took the cigarette from his lips, the tip smoldering brightly, and pressed it firmly onto Lucas’ upturned wrist. His flesh singed under the cigarette’s tip, and though Lucas felt like the cigarette would burn right through him, he [blah blah blah]...See how I used the word singed, rather than plan old burn? Burn is unspecific, singed is more grafic, it even has a sound to it, in my opinion. Singed, it hisses, just like the feeling. And then I describe how it feels like the cigarette would burn right through his arm, it explains how the burning tip feels like it could melt the skin and fall right through the other side.
The Beating
The first blow caught me sideways, my jaw
Shifted. The second beat my skull against my
Brain. I raised my arm against the third,
Downward my wrist fell crooked. But the sliding
Flood of sense across the ribs caught in
My lungs. I fell for a long time,
One knee bending. The fourth blow balanced me.
I doubled at the kick against my belly.
The fifth was light. I hardly felt the
Sting. And down, breaking against my side, my
Thighs, my head. My eyes burst closed, my
Mouth the thick blood curds move through. There
Were no more lights. I was flying. The
Wind, the place I lay, the silence.
My call came to a groan. Hands touched
My wrist. Disappeared. Something fell over me.
Now this white room tortures my eye.
The bed too soft to hold my breath,
Slung in plaster, caged in wood.
Shapes surround me.
No blow! No blow!
They only ask the thing I turn
Inside the black ball of my mind,
The one white thought.
-- Ann Stanford