Urban Contradiction
My mind was reeling like a centrifuge and my thoughts rolled around helplessly, a disc in a DVD player. My emotions were tangled in the mix, spiraling out of control, stacked like tires on top of each other, wailing brutishly around inside me. In such a confused state of mind, I climbed the steps to the fifth floor of my apartment building. The paint had began peeling off the walls, revealing mismatched symbolism of past paint jobs. Some parts of the walls were faded; other parts were decorated with graffiti of various degrees of barbarism.
Bewildered, I continued to climb the steps. They advanced upwards in a circular, forbidding fashion. The heavy thud of my feet striking cold, hard metal echoed aimlessly in my head. I felt a throbbing in my temples; my head had begun to hurt. I continued my pointless journey up the steps, all the while aware of the morbidness of the scene in front of me. Alone, I arrived at the top, finally at the fifth floor; I gazed out on the horizon. The sound of honking cars, screaming babies and scolding mothers, the insipid scent of burnt food and stale garbage and the dusty, smoky air slapped me in my face like ice water. I was left to ask myself, why was I here?
This is a sample descriptive piece, following all the advice I gave in the previous lessons. Enjoy!
Here is another....
Morning Glory
Sarah reached for the sky, her arms extending crudely above her head. Tipping on her toes, he lanky body awkwardly perched on the very edge of her bed where she slept, she continued to reach up high. A strange groaning sound, like a wounded animal escaped her gut. She smiled happily, yawned and stared out her bedroom window. The soft warmth of her bed was still wrapped around her body. She made her way to the window sill, and sat like a fat filled cat in front of the white window panes and clear glass and stared outside; a pleased puss.
The sun was almost fully up; an enormous, round, spiraling ball of fire, blazing in its majesty. Its yellow, orange, red and purple hues streamed across the newly woken sky. Sarah sighed dreamily and opened the window. The crisp, cold morning air rushed into the room like noisy school children and she allowed it to seep up her nostrils, delighted. The scent of morning dew mixed with the delicate scent of freshly opened flowers tickled her sense. She inhaled deeply and exhaled proudly, a new day had begun. But she was waiting for one more confirmation of the new day, a familiar scent. The awaited smell snuck into her room like a thief and danced up her nostrils; eggs and chicken sausage with coffee. Finally, it was morning again.
My mind was reeling like a centrifuge and my thoughts rolled around helplessly, a disc in a DVD player. My emotions were tangled in the mix, spiraling out of control, stacked like tires on top of each other, wailing brutishly around inside me. In such a confused state of mind, I climbed the steps to the fifth floor of my apartment building. The paint had began peeling off the walls, revealing mismatched symbolism of past paint jobs. Some parts of the walls were faded; other parts were decorated with graffiti of various degrees of barbarism.
Bewildered, I continued to climb the steps. They advanced upwards in a circular, forbidding fashion. The heavy thud of my feet striking cold, hard metal echoed aimlessly in my head. I felt a throbbing in my temples; my head had begun to hurt. I continued my pointless journey up the steps, all the while aware of the morbidness of the scene in front of me. Alone, I arrived at the top, finally at the fifth floor; I gazed out on the horizon. The sound of honking cars, screaming babies and scolding mothers, the insipid scent of burnt food and stale garbage and the dusty, smoky air slapped me in my face like ice water. I was left to ask myself, why was I here?
This is a sample descriptive piece, following all the advice I gave in the previous lessons. Enjoy!
Here is another....
Morning Glory
Sarah reached for the sky, her arms extending crudely above her head. Tipping on her toes, he lanky body awkwardly perched on the very edge of her bed where she slept, she continued to reach up high. A strange groaning sound, like a wounded animal escaped her gut. She smiled happily, yawned and stared out her bedroom window. The soft warmth of her bed was still wrapped around her body. She made her way to the window sill, and sat like a fat filled cat in front of the white window panes and clear glass and stared outside; a pleased puss.
The sun was almost fully up; an enormous, round, spiraling ball of fire, blazing in its majesty. Its yellow, orange, red and purple hues streamed across the newly woken sky. Sarah sighed dreamily and opened the window. The crisp, cold morning air rushed into the room like noisy school children and she allowed it to seep up her nostrils, delighted. The scent of morning dew mixed with the delicate scent of freshly opened flowers tickled her sense. She inhaled deeply and exhaled proudly, a new day had begun. But she was waiting for one more confirmation of the new day, a familiar scent. The awaited smell snuck into her room like a thief and danced up her nostrils; eggs and chicken sausage with coffee. Finally, it was morning again.
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