Tuesday, March 3, 2009

WAG!

Last week, we posted a call for all writers to get involved in WAG (it's not too late!). If you want to do this week's assignment, you still have time! The more, the merrier.

The challenge this week was to write about the sky, without using similes and metaphors. Doesn't sound that hard until you actually attempt to do it!

London is famous for grey. It's everywhere, from the faded, pollution-smeared buildings to the asphalt of the street. But the most unforgettable grey is that of the sky. So here it my take on this week's assignment:

Grey stretches across my sky, the red-brick chimneys barely visible through the thick haze. The ever-present airplanes are blotted out, leaving nothing except a bleached sky of paper-white to rat-grey. Sounds are muted under the heaviness of the shifting clouds -- even the screeching buses swoop by silently. Small drops of mist pool on a cast-iron fence, making the black shine wetly. I look up, hoping for rain, for anything, to break through. But the clouds continue their relentless smothering, and I flee inside.

7 comments:

Criss L. Cox said...

I like "rat-grey." I need to use that color in description.

Anonymous said...

One of the things you did that I liked was that you described what WASN'T there (the airplanes).

Creatively done and well written!

Anonymous said...

Marsha, I absolutely LOVE your banner graphic. Very very cool.

The description left me wondering, is this where the notion of Dementors came from? Great post.
~jon

Cora Zane said...

Wonderful descriptions! Well done!

Anonymous said...

I loved your lead in paragraph about London's greyness, very true!

Marsha said...

Thanks everyone!

Hope you all participate in the next WAG, too!

Er, Jon, not sure what The Dementors are? But thanks anyway! :)

Anonymous said...

Not a Harry Potter fan? The Dementos are the joy sucking beings from Harry Potter. I thought this line epitomized how they make muggles feel: "I look up, hoping for rain, for anything, to break through. But the clouds continue their relentless smothering..."
~jon