This was a short sketch (so short that the picture takes up more space than the sketch. XD) I did for Advanced Composition. Enjoy. 🙂
He leaned against the wall. Bitter wind nipped his bronzed skin, like a puppy nibbling at an old shoe. Hazy fog came from his mouth as he breathed; it would snow soon. His flannel shirt offered minimalistic protection from the wind. But the zephyr did not concern him. Shadows flitted across his face like so many black crows. Behind brooding eyes burned a fire, cold and dark, but strong and powerful. Rage welled up inside him. It built, mounting greater and greater pressure. In his mind he could only hear screams, screams he could not have stopped. Whirling, the man slammed his fist into the brick wall behind him, leaving blood behind when he turned back around. He leaned against the wall.