Writing Exercise
Describe the color red without ever using the word "red".
When we were sixteen you gave me a rose the color of the twilit sky and I pricked myself on a thorn. Remember the color of the blood that trickled down my finger, or perhaps the blush that spread up my neck when you licked the pain away, smeared it all over your lips? It was the same color of your tongue poking out between your teeth, and of our bruised lips and flushed cheeks. Many say it's an angry color, but I don't think so-to me, it's a color of promise, of devotion, of my love for you. It's the tint the world takes when you kiss me, and the shade of your hair when you make love to me beneath the stars. It's the haze that clouds my vision when I feel the world is doing wrong by you, and the stain in your eyes when you can't sleep and I soothe away the dredges of your nightmare with my fingers and mouth and thighs. It's the hearts in my eyes when you say my name and I can feel the adoration in each syllable like a caress against my face. It's the warmth between us when we're pressed skin-to-skin and I gaze at the reflection of firelight flickering in your eyes. It's the heat ghosting between our entwining lips when you enter me, and the color I see when my world explodes and I have to close my eyes.
Note: I saw this prompt on tumblr and fell in love! I'll definitely be doing more of these in the future. Anyway, here's my take on it. I kind of like it even though the second half gets kind of repetitive. I've been working on broadening the structure of my sentences as they tend to be too sequential. Or perhaps systematic is the word? You get the idea.
For the next one...I'm not sure if I should do the same prompt using a different color or try this one: "You are a leaf and fall has started. Explain how you feel about this". So many writing prompts, so little time.
When we were sixteen you gave me a rose the color of the twilit sky and I pricked myself on a thorn. Remember the color of the blood that trickled down my finger, or perhaps the blush that spread up my neck when you licked the pain away, smeared it all over your lips? It was the same color of your tongue poking out between your teeth, and of our bruised lips and flushed cheeks. Many say it's an angry color, but I don't think so-to me, it's a color of promise, of devotion, of my love for you. It's the tint the world takes when you kiss me, and the shade of your hair when you make love to me beneath the stars. It's the haze that clouds my vision when I feel the world is doing wrong by you, and the stain in your eyes when you can't sleep and I soothe away the dredges of your nightmare with my fingers and mouth and thighs. It's the hearts in my eyes when you say my name and I can feel the adoration in each syllable like a caress against my face. It's the warmth between us when we're pressed skin-to-skin and I gaze at the reflection of firelight flickering in your eyes. It's the heat ghosting between our entwining lips when you enter me, and the color I see when my world explodes and I have to close my eyes.
Note: I saw this prompt on tumblr and fell in love! I'll definitely be doing more of these in the future. Anyway, here's my take on it. I kind of like it even though the second half gets kind of repetitive. I've been working on broadening the structure of my sentences as they tend to be too sequential. Or perhaps systematic is the word? You get the idea.
For the next one...I'm not sure if I should do the same prompt using a different color or try this one: "You are a leaf and fall has started. Explain how you feel about this". So many writing prompts, so little time.