An example of subjective writing: The tree was as beautiful as a blooming rose and was the greatest of all the trees in the forest.
An example of objective writing: The old tree's red leaves reflected the light from the setting sun, big and strong as it towered over the neighboring trees.
So the latter one is the one that I'm trying to emulate with my little piece. It's also something that might work it's way into one of my stories, so yah. Feed back is welcome. Let me know if I managed to stay objective and whether you like it or not.
Objective
Description
The mountain towered above the small
village, its snow covered peaks and valleys cut jaggedly into its surface. The
full moon shone, half covered by the mountain, was still bright enough to
illuminate the makeshift leather and wood buildings below. Smoke and ice
crystals swirled together on the tops of the houses and around the surrounding
totem poles, casting wispy shadows on the snow and buildings as the cold wind
blew. Wolves, their hunting cries and howls far away, could be heard and were
returned again by the desperate yips and barks of the local snow dogs, eager on
their leases. The noise startled a snow fox, its fur white and its belly empty
as it bolted from the lean-to where it’d been hungrily sniffing around, leaving
evidence of its hurried departure in the pristine snow.
As the echoes faded, the entry flap of
the biggest building, the headman’s house, shifted slightly, just enough to
allow the small boy, his body covered in rabbit fur, to exit. His small legs carried
him through the shadow of his families bear shaped totem pole to the small
leather enclosure beside his family’s home. Loosening the ties on the top and
sides, he allowed the flap to land on the snow as a foggy cloud of warmth
engulfed him. A dog’s small warm tongue welcomed him. It was five hours before
the rest of the village would arise and the chores called attention to. But
now, now was the time to train.
