The dawn sky was black and red, and the smell of burnt flesh
was heavy in the air. The distant echo of dying fires crackled a somber tune. Blaze reluctantly reined his horse into the
cursed town,
Every building in sight was burnt
down to smoldering mounds of charcoal and stone. The street
was charred black
, like the bodies that lay scattered down its path. It was all Blaze could do, not to
cough Cough, are you joking? He should be pukking by now. 
as the smoke from the corpses
scratched at his lungs, just as a voice
scratched at the back of his mind telling him
run, get away from here. He dismounted with the swagger of his youth ignoring his fears, and approached the charred remains of a lifeless body. It lay
in ruin unrecognizable, its scorched face locked in a silent scream of torment. Wisps of smoke curled away from its eye sockets like
damned souls. really? It was a peasant’s body, there were no remains of armor or weapon.
A sudden hate boiled This is where you could show emotion rather than just labelling it. from within, and Blaze clenched his sword hand into a fist.
This is the work of a coward.Thanks for reading, I'm very interested in improving the amount of
emotion /
feeling that I show in my writing and would like any feedback or examples of how to portray said presence.
thanks
Obe
Hi, I liked this. I've got
The Emotion Thesaurus by Angela Ackerman and Becca Puglisi. You might find it helpful.
