Shayla Larson Descriptive Writing

On the third day of the dark reckoning, Shayla Larson stood bound to the wooden post that supported her weak, weatherworn frame. Surrounded by piles of kindling, she fought hard to maintain consciousness as the scorching hot sun mercilessly beamed down upon her weary head. The dress she wore was tattered and torn, practically ripped off of her by the enraged mob of local villagers who shouted obscenities at her, wishing her a speeedy trip to hell. Although she managed to project a look of defiance, inside she bore the crushing weight of incredible sorrow, for her time upon earth was swiftly coming to an end. And like her two sisters before her, she would leave that place in a sea of fire.

If only she had paid heed to the warning and recognized