Introduction

I couldn’t continue and I didn’t know where I was going. I looked up to get my bearings through the thick smoke like a dangerous fog and noticed the colossal tower before me. As I stopped to look at the fascinating monument, I wondered, “Will it ever end?”  The skeleton structure was glowing with distress lights, calling for help from anywhere.

My mouth was bleeding with thirst and my legs weary from running. I paused and looked up. The thick, black smoke that covered the whole city was all I could breath in. I closed my eyes, with sound of the roaring fires and wailing people surrounding me. I fell to my knees from exhaustion. I wanted the pain to end, I wanted the hurt to be over. I was the tower, a skeleton, empty from hope and trying to call for help. I felt a single streak of warmth slide down my face, but they kept coming. The salt of my tears ran off my mouth and down off my chin. The mixture of pain and the loss of hope was in the taste of the blood and tears that slid past my lips. I opened my eyes once more to look up at the empty, towering structure. This city was once known for its love and beauty, now, all that remains is pain and destruction.

I looked behind me and saw them coming. I couldn’t get up, and I didn’t want to. I wanted it to be over. They lifted me off the ground and twisted my arms together with thick cord. The pushed up the stairs of the tower, each time I lifted my foot felt like cement strapped to my feet. My face was wet with the ones lost, not of my fate. I felt the roughness around my bare wrists turn red. We came to a ledge about fifty feet in the air. I stood, my head, too tired to hold up. They slipped the rope over me. I was ready, I was tired of running.

I rounded  up enough strength to look up out to the horizon.  Fire was licking up every place that had any of my good memories. People in the streets, wailing and crying over the lost loved ones. I wanted to leave this place. I filled my nostrils with the dry, smoky air. My lungs filled with all that remains of my good memories. I exhaled, knowing they would never return to me. I was ready. I felt the rush of cool wind across my face and through my hair. I felt the freedom from escaping this place. I felt the tug

The feeling I wanted to portray here was distress. The person wanted help, he wanted to be saved. He decided that no one was going to come, so he allowed the enemy to overtake him.

Sight	Sound	Smell	Taste	Touch	Feeling
Blood  red  skies Eiffel Tower with distress lights on Thickened black skies with smoke Dead trees ·People in streets People coming at m	Screaming people Crackling of wood	Smoke throughout the air	Dryness of mouth	Hot  air The  black  smoke  fill  my  lungs The roughness of  the rope Exhaustion  Warm tears down face Coolness over  face	When  was it going to end A city  known for love now in fear  and destruction