Tim Whitman’s The Vortex Hurricane
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Here is an excerpt from senior Tim Whitman’s first novel, The Vortex Hurricane.
I woke up standing in darkness, so black that I
couldn’t see my own hand in front of my face. I turned,
searching for a way out.
At first I saw nothing, but then a light appeared in the
distance. I ran toward it, only to find that it was some kind
“Hello!” I called. “Is anyone out there?” I heard
nothing in return. I called out again, hoping for an answer.
When I didn’t get one after so long, I wanted to leave. But
fear kept me from entering the darkness.
So I waited, for what exactly I wasn’t sure, but I still
waited. What felt like hours passed, and my legs began to
get sore, so I sat down. More time passed and it began to
feel like I had been waiting forever.
My body was aching, and I was on the verge of
falling asleep, when I heard a voice.
“James Constantine Bruke the Third!” the voice
boomed from within the darkness. It was old and
I jumped to my feet. “Who are you!?” I yelled. “How
do you know my name?”
“Your time has come, young mortal.” a second,
younger voice said.
“And you must be prepared,” a third voice said. This
one sounded the oldest of the three, and the most wise.
“We are here to prepare you.”
“Prepare me? For what?”
“For what lies ahead.” said the second voice. Then,
three transparent figures appeared in front of me. One
with a gray aura, one with a yellow aura, and one with a
golden brown aura.
Together, the three figures raised their palms, and I
immediately began to feel an intense pull in my chest.
Pain coursed through my body, it felt like my sternum
was being snapped in half.
Suddenly there was a loud snap, and I felt something
rush out of my body and toward the three figures. I fell to
the ground, panting. I looked up and saw what looked like
a chain with a lock on it, in the hands of the strange
Before I could say anything, the three figures
“Prepare yourself James.” said the third voice. “For
what lies ahead, is only the beginning.” Then they were
Almost immediately the light swiftly faded, and the
floor beneath me gave way, and I fell into the darkness.