Another Please?

[Guest]

Morning Litophiles. I am really enjoying these writing exercise threads. It is making me want to get back to writing which I haven't done since mom died and let's face it, you can always use what you've written in a future story.

Today's challenge is to write:
A passage about the setting sun. Any genera, sensual or not, doesn't matter. Show us what you can come up with...as always, please don't be concerned with editing/grammar/structure and try to write this in 30 min. or less.

Good Luck...I'll be adding mine some time today.
*hugs*
v~

 

[tolyk]

Written as a journal entry:

Can we do a sun rise instead?

 

[Guest]

Re: Written as a journal entry:

Can we do a sun rise instead?

i dont see why not. sun rise sun set... anything you want honey!

 

[tolyk]

There was such a beautiful sunrise today, I witnessed it in full while I was at the beach on the Ottawa River. The mountains in the distance, rising slightly above the Quebec side of the river, makes such a wonderful horizon, especially draped as it is behind the expanse of the Ottawa River. As the clouds began to take on a pinkish tinge, the water reflected the scene back in muted colours. It happened slowly at first, as do all sun rises, the pink clouds, then the red sky as the sun beams up from behind its horizons. All images being doubled by the slow moving river, a sight in itself. The first light broke above the concealing mountains and shone down upon the river, making it seem almost ablaze as the soft ripples scattered the rays in a multitude of directions.

(This is a picture of a sunset, but it works.. This is the Ottawa River, with the Quebec side visible.. you can't really see the mountains, but they are there.)

 

[Guest]

There was such a beautiful sunrise today, I witnessed it in full while I was at the beach on the Ottawa River. The mountains in the distance, rising slightly above the Quebec side of the river, makes such a wonderful horizon, especially draped as it is behind the expanse of the Ottawa River. As the clouds began to take on a pinkish tinge, the water reflected the scene back in muted colours. It happened slowly at first, as do all sun rises, the pink clouds, then the red sky as the sun beams up from behind its horizons. All images being doubled by the slow moving river, a sight in itself. The first light broke above the concealing mountains and shone down upon the river, making it seem almost ablaze as the soft ripples scattered the rays in a multitude of directions.

(This is a picture of a sunset, but it works.. This is the Ottawa River, with the Quebec side visible.. you can't really see the mountains, but they are there.)

beautiful. the picture just adds to the scene i can see in my minds eye. thanks, tolyk!
*hugs*
v~

 

[tolyk]

Not my best sun rise, honestly.. but it was a quick one.. and I have better photos, but that is the only one that shows the red sky Glad you liked it all though

 

[impressive]

How DARE he? He was looking over her shoulder instead of into her eyes -- and in the middle of her tirade no less! Pay attention, dickhead, Sandy's mind screamed. How can I tear you a new asshole if you won't even look at me?

Kevin simply stared, entranced. The nerve of that man! Finally, running out of steam, Sandy sighed and croaked, "What now?"

Placing a hand on each of her shoulders, Kevin simply spun her around. Facing due west now, Sandy beheld the breathtaking spectacle. The enormous blood orange orb rested on the tranquil turquoise sea. Purple bands of passion ran parallel to the horizon, giving the milky white sand of the Negril beach a surreal glow. High above, the purest blue of a perfect day was still reflected in the Caribbean sky as the deep promise of memorable night enveloped them in peace.

A tender breeze caused her sarong to lightly caress her calves and Sandy gasped, reaching by reflex for Kevin's hand.

 

[Guest]

How DARE he? He was looking over her shoulder instead of into her eyes -- and in the middle of her tirade no less! Pay attention, dickhead, Sandy's mind screamed. How can I tear you a new asshole if you won't even look at me?

Kevin simply stared, entranced. The nerve of that man! Finally, running out of steam, Sandy sighed and croaked, "What now?"

Placing a hand on each of her shoulders, Kevin simply spun her around. Facing due west now, Sandy beheld the breathtaking spectacle. The enormous blood orange orb rested on the tranquil turquoise sea. , giving the milky white sand of the Negril beach a surreal glow. High above, the purest blue of a perfect day was still reflected in the Caribbean sky as the deep promise of memorable night enveloped them in peace.

A tender breeze caused her sarong to lightly caress her calves and Sandy gasped, reaching by reflex for Kevin's hand.

simply lovely.
thank you Imp.
i loved this: "Purple bands of passion ran parallel to the horizon"
beautiful

 

[Colleen Thomas]

The white sand had taken on a golden hue in the fading light. The sea smell was stronger now, more briny and pungent as the wind picked up and the tide fell. The sun hung on the edge of the horizon, almost as if floating in the dazzlingly colored sea.

A shrimp boat passed across the massive red ball. With its nets up it looked like some gian't bird, flying lazily along. The whitecaps were tnged with pink and the water seemed scarlet as the sun sank lower. Brillant yellow, gave way to hazy orange and eventually a sullen red, as if some mythic smith were plunging the last of the day's work into a bucket of water and letting the forge fires die.

The sky above turned indigo and then black as the last vestiges of the sun's dying rays sank below the horizon. For a long, drawnout moment, the horizon glowed red and then faded as the immortal sea once again consumed the last of the day's light.

-Colly

 

[Guest]

i have a feeling i'll be writing another one but this just came out when i intended to write something entirely different. this one was for me... if it bothers you to read, skip over it. the next one will be something else for sure.


~~~
reflection
~~~
It had been one of the worst feelings I had ever known and yet, I wouldn’t change the circumstance for anything. As I held her hand and softly sang her favorite song in the moments before she passed away so serenely; my sorrow knew no bounds.
“It’s ok, mom. I’ve got you. It’s ok.” I would tell her over and over and for some reason, she did begin to relax…let go.
After years of being bed bound with horribly disfiguring arthritis making every waking moment nearly unbearable, she finally gave in… gave up her shell and moved on.
As I sat on the edge of the dock and watched the sun set over the murky waters of the Atlantic, I became introspective. I decided that mom was the one who painted the sunset for us to enjoy that day. The wild red and soft peach clashing with the violent blue horizon served to show me that even though there are things in life that would never seem to go together, they all serve a purpose.
As the salty-sweet scent of the ocean permeated my senses, I closed my eyes and let myself be washed in the peaceful serenity. I swear that I could hear the sun hiss as it kissed the waters before disappearing for the night, leaving behind vestiges of golden speckled clouds.
I reveled in the tranquility, wrapped it around me like an insulating blanket. I knew, in my heart, that she would walk beside me when I just couldn’t take another step. I smiled as a single tear rolled down my cheek. My sorrow eased by the bounty of nature’s paint brush and the knowledge that I would never be alone.

 

[Guest]

The white sand had taken on a golden hue in the fading light. The sea smell was stronger now, more briny and pungent as the wind picked up and the tide fell. The sun hung on the edge of the horizon, almost as if floating in the dazzlingly colored sea.

A shrimp boat passed across the massive red ball. With its nets up it looked like some gian't bird, flying lazily along. The whitecaps were tnged with pink and the water seemed scarlet as the sun sank lower. Brillant yellow, gave way to hazy orange and eventually a sullen red, as if some mythic smith were plunging the last of the day's work into a bucket of water and letting the forge fires die.

The sky above turned indigo and then black as the last vestiges of the sun's dying rays sank below the horizon. For a long, drawnout moment, the horizon glowed red and then faded as the immortal sea once again consumed the last of the day's light.

-Colly

huge smiles.. i felt like i was in the gulf, could hear the greedy seagulls chase the shrimp boat.
beautiful colly!

 

[tolyk]

Vella, that was very beautiful, and extremely moving.

-Tolyk

 

[Guest]

Vella, that was very beautiful, and extremely moving.

-Tolyk

choked up.. thank you sweetie. i appreciate that.

 

[tolyk]

I know exactly how hard it is to share something like that. I have a poem that I wrote for my brother who passed away that only two people have read. My mom, and my ex-wife.

 

[impressive]

Vella, that was very beautiful, and extremely moving.

-Tolyk

I agree. My grandmother gave up her shell last night -- so I really felt this. Thank you, vella!

 

[Wicked-N-Erotic]

Off in the distance laid the rolling tree lined hills of my hometown. The trees were shedding their leaves slowly, but first changing color in protest to the coming snows. The multitude of oranges, reds, yellows and browns shown brilliantly, almost looking like they were on fire against the rising sun and deep gray-blue sky. Even the sun was feeling lazy today, I thought, creeping slowly over the horizon. The massive orb seemed to bleed into the surrounding sky, painting it with blended hues of color. Reds, oranges, pinks and purples all mixing together and reaching out across the horizon, softly whispering to anyone who was looking, “look at me, see how beautiful I am”. It was beautiful, breathtaking in fact. I stood there, wrapped in a sweater and sipping hot cocoa, wondering why I had not taken the time to see it before. Why I had not heard the whisper of the beautiful morning sun until now. As if in response to my wonderment it climbed higher yet, showing off its power and beauty, stretching its purple fingers wider as if it were rising only for me, welcoming me home.







Wicked

 

[English Lady]

All the attempts so far are beautiful but I love yours Vella -it's beautiful.

"It had been a long day of activity. Kids running round, falling over, eating, drinking dropping messing and just well, being kids.

Finally they have dropped. All now contained within the snug warmth of the canvas pyramids all around me. Now the children are sleeping peacefully we adults can breath again. Sigh and sit back and enjoy the quiet.

Sitting here at the top of the rolling slope my eyes are drawn to the soft watery colours of the sunset. Each one is bright yet subdued like an artist has painted and then spilt water of his creation, smudging it and taking the edge of the bright hue. The dry fields before me glow like well handled pound coins under caress of the lazy dusty sunbeams. Clouds lazily meander past, momentarily taking on the pink and orange shades of the sun behind them.

Tall figures emerge from tents, closing flaps and stretching up to the last warm rays of the sun, little more than shadows on the suns illuminated stage. Smiling I greet them as one by one the come and join me, sitting upon the parched hard ground looking over natures glory. Feeling the wonder of creation and it's creator. "

 

[Guest]

I agree. My grandmother gave up her shell last night -- so I really felt this. Thank you, vella!

*hugs, beautiful*
from my heart

 

[impressive]

Each one is bright yet subdued like an artist has painted and then spilt water of his creation, smudging it and taking the edge of the bright hue.

This is lovely.

 

[English Lady]

thanks impressive

 

[Guest]

 

[cloudy]

Horses, dogs, and kids fed for the night, I made a cup of coffee, and went out on the patio at the side of the house for just a few minutes of peace before the rest of the nightly chores had to be attempted.

My timing couldn't have been any better. In the west, the sun that southern California is so famous for had begun to descend into the sea. The tops of the channel islands were just barely visible through the light fog that always started rolling in this time of day.

As it got lower and lower, the sun's color changed to deep gold, and then deeper still, to red-gold, a cauldron spilling it's magical contents over the sea. Then, the fog held it close in a soft embrace, and the sun, in turn, warmed the air-bound water, turning the fog into a magical veil that sparkled and flowed, and seemed something out of the times of Merlin and magic.

The fog finally released it's hold, and the sun gave a last burst of glorious color and vanished beneath the sea, leaving behind echoes of its magic, and the promise of another day.

 

[lucky-E-leven]

I knew, in my heart, that she would walk beside me when I just couldn’t take another step...that I would never be alone.

Gorgeous, baby. The light throughout the piece reminds me of the light I've seen in both of you.

~lucky (moth to the flame)

 

[impressive]

BUMP (and GRIND)!

 

[Guest]

BUMP (and GRIND)!

baby i like the way you bump and grind.