Abstract Descriptions

[antiaircraft]

I've been doing some descriptive writing on random topics, so I decided to post one or two pieces. Here's one on swimming:

 

Your muscles relax, your hearing is amplified, your vision turns blue, and your body lightens as the water closes around you. As your eardrums are pressed gently by the fluid silk, you hear the continual swishing of the moving liquid that surrounds you. You are suspended high above the solid ground, upon which are dancing patterns of light, their artist: refraction. If you tilt your head towards the surface, you can see another of refraction's great masterpieces, a shifting multicoloured mass of blurred shapes, blended together by the movement of the waves.

 

You finally stretch your muscles, slicing through the transparent liquid with powerful strokes, your skin tingles as the water flows smoothly over it, you are gliding, floating without a care in the world, your strokes blending into a seamless series of pushes and pulls. Your lungs finally decide to complain, forcing you to thrust your head into the air. The world you encounter is alien, uncomfortably bright, and you remain in it only for long enough to empty and refill your lungs. Then you disappear back into the shifting, inviting depths.

 

Please comment. I'll post more if there's enough interest.

[Midtime]

Wow! :D An amazing description. Do you really enjoy swimming that much?

[antiaircraft]

Well I guess that counts as enough interest. *cough*ineedmorecomments*cough* I did this one for my English exam so it might seem a bit rushed:

 

It starts with a few drops, small pellets of water splattering themselves on the ground. Small dark specks appear, marking where they strike. More drops come, plunging from the dull grey clouds above, making a sound like hundreds of tiny feet dancing on the roof. This is when people notice. They rush for cover, pull out umbrellas, and hide deep inside raincoats, preparing for the inevitable downpour.

 

At last it comes, hundreds of thousands of liquid projectiles, smashing suicidally on every unprotected surface. Their impacts are a drone now, humming nonstop in the background. Cars drive on unimpeded, armoured behemoths too tough for even this barrage to penetrate. Their wheels cut through the minuscule rivers and lakes that the drops have formed, scattering them in all directions. Pedestrians deck themselves out, donning protective gear that filters out all but the craftiest of the raindrops, while still letting them take in whiffs of the new smell in the air, the smell that can only be described as - wet.

 

The sound drones on, worming its way through cracks in windows and under doors. People inside houses lift their heads to glance outside, to watch the army of droplets that fills the air and pounds the ground; they tilt their ears to listen to the constant drumming of the tiny musicians. It isn't long before they turn back to what they were doing before, their brains quickly assimilating the stimuli into the background.

 

The sound, however, drones on still, sneaking up to your ear and whispering two words into it: "It's raining."

 

PS: I do like swimming unless I'm seriously injured.

[Midtime]

Why is no-one else posting here?

Nice... comparing raindrops to a bomb attack... or something like that.

[antiaircraft]

The technical term is 'personification'.