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::warning:: long post. If you're only going to post 'tl;dr' don't bother posting. -.-
Okay, so remember this
little song?
I wrote a relatively long description of what I saw in the first 30 seconds of that. I took that and used it for an English essay. The assignment was to simply write a three page descriptive essay. It could be anything, but it had to have vivid descriptions. So, I'm pleased to present the first 100% in my grade on an English essay.
Feel the Things You Want
A gust of cool wind blew through the art room window, crashing over my body like waves on a sandy shore. It was a calm day, the sun hidden behind a stony gray veil that blanketed the drizzling sky. I stared down at my pre-calculus textbook, trying to comprehend the menacing black symbols that lie peering up at me from the stiff, glossy pages.
“Wow!” Mark shouted, flinging his United States history book off his gray topped desk. “Joe, you have to listen to this song!”
“What is it?” I asked, only mildly interested.
“Just put these in your ears,” he ordered, throwing his
white ear buds at me. “Close your eyes and tell me what you see, what you feel.” I obediently positioned the smooth plastic headphones within the confines of my ear, intently watching the song title scroll across the MP3 player’s glowing display screen.
“‘Do the Things You Want’ by Emery,” I read aloud. “Sounds intense.” I took a deep breath before pressing the glistening silver button, triggering the music to begin.
A reverberation pierced the silence, cutting through my soul and melting it from the inside. The note leisurely dropped in pitch, simultaneously narrowing my vision as if I were speeding forward, racing with the light around me. I was looking through a tunnel, watching the classroom fade into rippling waves of color, changing patterns like a kaleidoscope.
Then everything disappeared, just as suddenly as it had come. I sat motionless in the pitch black, dragging my hands across plush armrests and running my toes through fine, soft sand. I was trying to get a grasp on my surroundings when the long falling note gave way to a screeching ring, like something from a horror movie.
A dull-green rectangular light appeared in front of me, illuminating the strange theater in which I was attentively sitting. Rows of thickly padded armchairs stretched out across a dark beach with navy blue sand sparkling like diamonds in the dim light of the rectangular screen. I held out my hand, closely inspecting the white luminescent
limb moving frame by frame as the screen seemed to rapidly flicker on and off like a strobe light in a haunted house. A bold number five appeared on the screen with a black ring encircling the numeral. The numbers began counting down, and the pure gray-green light became fuzzy. Holes began to tear through the countdown display as it neared zero, a vibrant meadow struggling to shine through.
Once the time was up, the ringing stopped, and the underlying scene was revealed in its entire splendor. Fields of dazzling green grasses stretched out to the base of the rigid snow capped mountains that spanned the horizon. A haunting melody sang through the tall waving grains. Wide sprawling ferns
swayed with the rhythm of an acoustic guitar while the puffy cumulus clouds floated overhead, loosely taped upon the placid blue sky. A steady drumbeat echoed off the distant mountain surface, synchronizing with an approaching steam train. As the locomotive chugged nearer, stems began to split though the moist brown soil alongside the rusty railroad track that carved a vile gash across the landscape. The buds quickly bloomed into brightly colored flowers made out of clay.
The saccharine smell of flora and the airy taste of brown sugar were choked out by the coughing train that was rolling in front of me, spewing out a nebula of thick smog. From this distance, I could clearly see that the train was composed of clay as well. It looked like a toy. The colors were brilliant hues of red, blue, and yellow; the rounded edges glared in the bright surreal sunlight that seemed to reach down from the sky, embracing the scene.
I moved closer to the train, peering inside the engine’s cabin. A little clay conductor sat on a bench, his arms at his sides and his stubby legs sticking straight out. I stared into his beady black eyes that beamed out from beneath the brim of a blue and white striped cap. His expression was blank yet meaningful. I looked away from his vacant gaze, afraid of what I might discover if I ogled too long. Instead, I watched the train, seemingly still as the mountains and scenery passed behind it. The blazing sun fell behind the majestic mountain range and was promptly replaced by an alluring crescent moon.
The cycle repeated, increasing in alacrity with every succession. The dazzling moon grew and shrank. The leaves shifted to vibrant colors of orange, red, and yellow before falling from the trees into monotonous piles of brown compost, leaving spider webs of bare branches. These piles were swiftly covered by shimmering white flakes that fell from the hazy gray sky, but the snow was soon melted away by pouring sheets of rain, accented by magnificent bolts of plasma that streaked across the sky like tendrils of a blazing flame. As the storms calmed, the stems broke through the soil once again, leaves replacing themselves like insects in the spider’s trap. All the while, the sun rose and set, the steam train chugged along, and the conductor stared ever vigilantly at the same distant point, gazing beyond all understanding.
“That’s enough,” Mark interrupted, suddenly peeling me out of the mystifying beach theater. “Did you see it?”
“I think so,” I replied timidly, unsure what I was supposed to have seen.
“Man, those pirates sure destroyed all those baby aliens!” he elatedly exclaimed.
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