Descriptive writing
by Giovanni Lorusso
There he was in the shadowy center of this football field of grass in Bryant park. All alone, with these green metal chairs surrounding him like the great wall of china, impossible to infiltrate. A deep moat
formed from the rain surrounding him in a castle. He had fluffy white
hair that transformed into gold every time the sun emerged, along
with a manly white bushy mustache that seemed rougher than the bristles
on a sanitation street sweeper truck. He has his bottom in one chair
with his arms crossed hugging himself wearing a black wall street suit,
white button down, black tie, black long pants and black shiny shoes. His legs were crossed revealing his long green socks. The mans head was deeply tucked into his chest, so still and undisturbed with all the commotion of New York City around. He did not move, I thought for sure he was dead until this beam of light from the sky shined strong enough to reveal his concrete eye lids, which opened slowly; he had awakened! Stands
up immediate to look at the time, takes one step and looses his balance
unwrinkled his pants and limps of into the crowed.
Multiple tables and chairs were arranged in a circle, resembling a special area for a casual date maybe. A girl was sitting alone in the center,
down with this iron board posture, legs crossed, very elegant. She had
long braided thick brown hair, green olive eyes and red rose painted
lips. She kept warm from the random cold breeze with a green grandma sweater that had chestnut size buttons, black leggings that made her curves pop, and blue socks to match her Cinderella blue shoes. In the background you could hear a piano playing a smooth melody, she tapped her foot to the music. On her table there was a blue plastic food container, a purple gym water bottle, and a bright shinny silver fork. With her right hand she griped the fork and attacked her dish, spinning and spinning the fork until it was covered with noodles. She slurped the spaghetti string into her mouth and immediately closed her eyes, fingers curled , cheeks bursting, her pony tail began to swing around. She even lifted the plate in the air, licking all the leftover sauce, wiped the folk clean with her tongue while she nodded her head to the music.
His
long daddy long legs did not fit underneath the table, arms long enough
to touch the ground
sitting on a chair, black frizzy hair, long black sideburns, bushy brown
eyebrows. He had a strong chiseled chin, long pointy nose, big dark
brown eyes, wore a type of shirt all business men wear light blue
button
down tucked into black pants and shiny black shoes. He was slouching in
the chair bending as if he was melting from the heat, taking multiple
snap shots of himself which caused a glare to bounce of his shining
white orbit gum commercial perfect teeth and making
kissing faces puckering up like a duck. Sitting underneath a Rockefeller
sized Christmas tree covered himself in the shade while the breezy air
shook left over rain drops on his creamy sleek hair. A chipotle bag
filled with garbage laid motionless on the
table that was full of wipes he used to disinfect the mouth that had a
previous sour cream stain, crumbles it up into the trash. He has two
hands on his iPhone, eyes glued to the screen, digging his shoes into
the ground moving the gravel rocks around. Takes off his iPhone
headphones to place them in his pocket, next step he
takes he scratches his rocket. Picks up and leaves without a trace two
girls come take his place.
The
ground was shaking from the stampede of people in Bryant park. A gust
of wind that brushed up against his long chubby neck. The smell of
crummy hot dogs, poisonous car exhaust, and fresh cut grass was in the
air. He had a buff fluffy gray chest with a dangerous thug walk hobbling
around like a pirate along with these two long spaghetti red legs. The
most threatening was its long sharp black beak pecking away at the
concrete for crumbs only the characters in the movie “Honey, I shrunk
the kids” could see. Popeye thick wings like he ate lots of spinach,
feather on top of feather to keep him snug The pigeons face was blue, black,
green and purple, eyes were mandarin orange, long black feathery tail
dragging on the ground. Eyes beaming seeking sustenance making sounds
such as “C-oo-OO-oo-oh”. The pigeon rapidly charges the open road
spreading his wings and takes off into the heavens.
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