I've started getting in some descriptive writing practice on my lunchbreaks, hoping to improve and motivate myself further by writing every day! Here's the first piece (which may or may not be continued tomorrow)! (Don't expect these to make any sense, contain any plot or have much literary merit, it's really just for my own improvement.)
Lakewater
© M. Harley 2011
His hair plasters his face otter-like, slick and inky, as he breaks the glassy surface of the lake and sends ripples shoreward in ever increasing diameters. He breathes, and blinks away the moisture from clear blue eyes. Dragonflies flit, jewelled wings ablur, between the reeds and beneath the laden willow-branches that dip their fingertips lazily into the cool water. The sun looks hazily down, muggy rays beating their way through the treetops and warming the beach boulders and the clothes lain upon them. Toward the shallows, his knees scrape against shale and he plants a bare, damp-wrinkled foot beneath him and pushes downward, rising and sending a wild cascade of temporary rain down onto the smooth pebbles and sparkling moss. The beach-stones prick his feet as he steps further, toward the rocks where he has left his clothes, and as he grsaps wetly at his shirt he looks up at the cry of passing geese, arrowed lazily against the slow sky.
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