How to Write a Fight Scene

The man approaches and I sense danger. His fists go up. Mine follow. I crouch. He bounces on his toes. I can feel the punch before he throws it and step into his swing. I feel the fist connect to the side of head.

I push past the fear and adrenaline surging through my system. I push past the pain in my temple and ringing in my ears.

I don’t want to get punched again. I want control over his arms. I want to take him down.

I reach out to grab his wrist. I want to twist and get leverage make him stare at the floor while I debate what next to do.

I’m not a fighter. I don’t want to punch and hurt and potentially kill this man, but my gambit doesn’t pay off. I miss my grab and he throws another punch and then another.

I feel my upper lip sink into my top teeth. I feel my nose snap. I taste blood. I see dark splotches in the corners of my eyes. I breathe hard raspy breaths. I am on the verge of hyperventilating.

Another punch takes me down to a knee then he starts kicking. I get a size twelve in the stomach and then one in the solar plexus.

I can’t breathe.

I fall over.

The sharp toed loafers don’t stop landing kicks.

I feel bruised.

My ribs feel broken.

Maybe the fight takes only a few seconds, but when the blows stop the man leans down and lifts me up by the shirt collar. I hear ripping fabric and his voice in my left ear, “that’s how you write a fight scene, mother fucker, Capese?”



Author: Bryan Aiello

I call NYC home and wish the subway went everywhere and Times Square didn't suck. I saw John Turturro once. Maybe it was him. He was wearing a yellow shirt and smiled at me like he knew I knew. I am an Army vet who writes. I like characters who want more then they deserve. I like genre fiction. I love space. I love paladins. One day I might write a paladin in space story. Just you wait. The university of South Florida spit me out with a degree in creative writing and I find myself questioning the sanity of going to a school that advertises a fake beach on its brochure ever since. I intuit grammar. I Got married in 2012 We had twins in 2015. I do a lot of cooking and dog walking and ranting about the unfairness of sentience. You can follow me on Twitter: @bryaiello Wattpad: My Subreddit: My Reddit profile: Like my work? Become a patron at:

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