(This is actually a fictional, descriptive essay. It was completed as an assignment for my college English Compostion Class. Enjoy.)
They told him that he only had twenty-four hours left to live. Doubt and anger writhed in his skull in a deadly embrace, each threatening to crush the life from the other. It was a quiet, brutal struggle that lent strength to each vicious antagonist alternately, the battle's tide rocking back and forth in tempo with the rapid pulsations of his heart. The blood pounded relentlessly in his veins, as if a crazed galleon master were at its helm, making each m…
