(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 …showed first 75 words of 1127 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1127 total…In his mind's eye, his wife stared out of a window, framed by beige curtains and a cool, spring breeze. <Tab/>The silent stalker watched as the heavy rhythm of his breathing ceased. "Is he dead?" the question came from somewhere behind him. <Tab/>"Yes, and I want him carted to sublevel four immediately. We're beginning Project Lazarus as soon as possible." <Tab/>