My favorite one so far:
Flames lapped at the once-solid logs, reducing them to brittle, glowing bones.
I wrote this as I stared into a waning fire on a cold, north Florida night (yes, we do have cold here). And hopefully it - or something like it - will find it's way into one of my WIPs one of these days.Maybe it's time to challenge yourself today too. Describe something ordinary. It could be something sitting right next to you on your desk. It could be the way it feels when your children throw their sweaty, sticky arms around your neck when you pick them up from camp. But if you do this -- really push yourself to find the essence of what you want to say -- I promise you the exercise won't be a waste of time.
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Summer's blade pressed down, stinging skin, stealing breath, severing good moods from tempestous short tempers.
Love brittle, glowing bones. Nice imagery.
Caressed by a single beam of moonlight, a briny breeze waft up my nostrils, ocean waves lapping my eardrums.
ohh - both of these are very vivid.
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