::.Creative.Writing.101.::
There are endless seas of purples and azure blues that seem to surpass the glowing horizon, where a sun sets in a violent shade of violet. The sand is a shade of black charcoal that sets in waves to match the shore, where the water breaks with a crash, and washes over the ebony sand. Today the sky is a rich gold washed with watercolor white brushes of clouds. The water that's caught in the gentle breeze floats in the air, and makes little purple ashes suspend over everything. There are flocks of crystal seagulls that resemble white doves, who have just been set free. The fish can be seen just below the sheer colors of salt water in schools, and look like sheets of swimming color. I want to sit in the rich black sand with my feet in the shoreline and watch the clouds float free upon the golden skies.
(Note: I started taking Creative Writing this semester, and will begin to record some of the stuff I do in there in my LJ for future reference, because I lose everything. This one was just a quick journal entry that I liked, the prompt was "The clouds float free upon the skies" and that's what I came up with...)
(Note: I started taking Creative Writing this semester, and will begin to record some of the stuff I do in there in my LJ for future reference, because I lose everything. This one was just a quick journal entry that I liked, the prompt was "The clouds float free upon the skies" and that's what I came up with...)