We're doing a creative writing thing and the final copy of this passage is due in a few weeks. This is obviously just a very rough draft, and it's incomplete, but I wanna see if I should change anything so far or take a different route entirely. The phone, laying on the hardwood floor, eroded by his blind rage, emitted a sharp screech, then shut off. He concealed his face with his quivering palms. As tears moistened his skin, countless thoughts and visions materialized in his mind, buzzing and whirling about like a swarm of agitated wasps. Fate had brought such immense tragedy to him within a few brief moments, and his arsenal of emotional weapons had no arms to repel such a powerful offensive. The heat of his reemerging rage began to dry his hands. He violently jerked them away, unmasking himself to the heavens, cursing at the sky. Waiting a few moments in foolish anticipation, he realized that his gestures came to no avail, as the last of his attempts to relieve himself of the immense pain proved futile. His mind, left completely exposed, withered as it faced the storm of sorrow and rage that had finally taken full effect.
