Descriptive Assignment: Freebie

     A feeling of intense desperation gripped my flesh, penetrating the thin walls of my heart like the jaws of cackling hyenas clutch onto the limbs of gullible deer, demolishing the layers of tissue that make up the skin. I wept with such pain and agony at the sight of this bloodcurdling scene that even those who have sold their soul to the devil would kneel by my side and accompany my weeping. The scene gnawed on my flesh like starving leeches at the sight of fresh human meat, the scene grinded holes into my lungs, with the sole purpose to drown them in the blood that oozed from my deceased heart. And oh, I wept with such intensity that not even a cloud’s violent torrent could overshadow the desperate tears that fell onto hell’s ground. The same ground filled with deteriorated, rotting, human flesh and bones fit for savage, unholy beasts.

I stood frostbitten, yelling on the inside to be let out so that I could skew my eyes with the sharpest thorns from the venomous lifeless roses. The same roses that had grown out of hell's ground, adding to the putrid stench of dead creatures and emphasizing the eye-lacerating effect of this hell. I begged for anything than having to watch this, than having to watch me look out into the silent sky feeling lost in the midst of the raven air, ignoring the twinkling light of the lustrous stars that smiled upon my somber path, and neglecting the words of comfort that the wind gave me. I wanted anything than to watch this moment, anything than to gaze out into this scene from the body of a plastic doll who can only look out into what is reality, but never live in it. A plastic doll who cannot move, but inside is yelling to be let out of this savage inferno in which the ticking and mocking laughers of the macabre get louder and louder as the seconds are devoured. The ticking and laughter erupted my ear drums into tiny pieces that were destined to rot in this hell, as I watched myself drag my feet onto the edge of the roof ,like a murderer drags his desperate victim as he ignores the turbulent shaking of the victim’s lungs through the touch of skin, onto the solemn path that is death. 

Descriptive Assignment: Breath-taking Person

     It was if I was as if my eyes were staring into a profound long shot, and at the midst of everything was what they targeted, a 40 inch flat-screen TV, and so, I made my way to check the schedule for the delayed flights. The waiting area gave the appearance of a maze, the boundaries and pathways of it were assembled with a conglomeration of bickering travelers, whose warped voices floated as fast as excited particles throughout the chilled air. I struggled, carrying along a bulky, old canvas backpack that was ¼ of an ounce away from brutally mutilating my suntanned shoulders, and as I entered this maze, my mental compass shifted to that of Ms. Pacman’s. Minutes later, just as my eyes mirrored the fluorescent, lightning light of the TV, I looked to the left and there sat the only guy to ever make my heart shake like trembling hands.

          I felt like the voices floating in the air, except I was floating with harmony, the clutches of gravity no longer seized me down. His mid-length ebony black hair mirrored the shine of his black pearl eyes, as his side-swept fringe gently caressed his soft olive tone skin. He wore a slim cottony white and gray striped shirt that looked like layers of clouds and star-lighted skies, gray skinnies and a white shark-tooth necklace. His style was simple. It did not consist of gag-inducing, flashy neon colors such as vomit green or electrifying jaundice yellow, with obnoxious and exaggerated emphasis on the hair. But what attracted me with the gravitational pull of Venus was how insightful he looked in his Elvis Costello eye glasses as he looked profusely into his laptop screen, eyebrows furrowed and lip bitten.  He gave the appearance of being a total nerd, the type of guy that would tweet “May the force be with you.” 

Descriptive Assignment: Ugly/Revolting

     Never before had I experienced such a feeling that gnawed on my flesh like starving leeches at the sight of fresh human meat.  Never before had my pupils mirrored the size of the mutilating and flesh-gripping jaws of carnivorous plants at the sight of a mere insect. A sense of depression hovered over me. I felt like a gone astray fish trapped within steel net, pulling my weight down, suffocating me, and cutting off all signs of vitality from my view. I was not alone, for it was in here that I experienced such an intense feeling of revulsion and disgust. It was here that my eyes reflected the bodies and faces of all the deceased that surrounded me, as my ears were made to bleed by the piercing silence that infected the air.  It was as if this scene served as a punishment for the sins of the world, a scene intended to plague the soul and the eyes of mortals like leprosy, causing a deformity of one’s sense of self at the sight of this atrocious crime. A crime that not even creatures with a morbid fascination for death could be able to withstand. Glass hailed from the sky violently in the form of rain. The clouds cried feeling lost in the flaming sky, for never before had they seen such a bloodcurdling sight. And their tears gently poured on to the concrete floor mixing with the wine red blood. And oh, it was so horrible to withstand this macabre thing lying on the floor. My lungs shook vigorously, paralyzing my entire body at the sight of oxidized chunks of the fatty cold flesh of a brain avulsed victim. Pieces of brain were splattered onto the floor as strands of elastic flesh fell over onto his deformed face, mouth half opened as if he had sighted with intense agony the last few seconds before his death. My eyes struggled to stay open at the sight of his glossy, blood-spattered lifeless eyes as they stared back into mine like a tunnel-deep passageway into the world of the dead.