More Creative Writing!

The assignment was to write a short description of 10 things: a smell, the feeling of clothes, an old person sitting down, something no one can see, not remembering after waking up, taste of food, an embarrassing incident only 1 person knows, the feeling of throwing up, an experience of being in a crowded area, and a description of hands.

A sharp odor stung my nose. My eyes began to tear and my stomach began to lurch as something that can only be described as a dead animal run over by a manure truck began to fill the room. I desperately searched for an escape as I gagged.

It felt like an extra layer of fur on top of this already hairy body. The way the sleeves slipped easily and snuggly over his bear fur-filled arms filled him with the kind of elation a little kid has when he goes trick-or-treating. Now, he’d finally feel comfortable skiing.

The hinges in his legs creaked as he felt the force of thousands of years of age compress themselves and unleash their fury upon him. He leaned heavily on his cane, trying to lessen the impact on his wrinkled bum. In what felt like a millennia, he touched down upon the seat. He was relieved.

That which erased people from the world remained, cold and lonely by itself. It wandered the world, finding none who would listen to it, look at it, or speak to it. People would speak of it, fearing it, regarding it as non-existent, hating it. It was lonely, and it gave no mercy to anyone.

The light hit her eyes as she squirmed around in bed. How did she get to bed? Her eyes opened as she realized her consternation. She had no memory of the night prior, and waking up in a strange bed certainly did not help the cause. She felt around; she wasn’t wearing underwear.

As he brought the fork to his mouth, he began to salivate. The very thought of eating overwhelmed him, as he hadn’t eaten for days. He trepidatiously placed the food in his mouth and put his fork down. His eyes watered, as he had never tasted anything so satisfying in his life.

Puberty hit him badly. Every time he sat in his math class, he couldn’t help but stare hypnotized at his teacher’s sizeable ass. Her skirts always hugged her curves, and he began to feel that the pants he wore were too tight. One day, when her clothes were just tight enough, something wet his pants.

Tequila is not to be messed with. She is a cruel, unforgiving bitch, and she will drive you insane. James sat kneeling over the toilet, his mouth full of cotton and his stomach full of rocks. He hated everything right now, especially his future ex-girlfriend for introducing him to the banshee of all drinks.

Evenlyn stood quietly on the train, looking into particularly nothing. It took her a few moments to realize that some of her fellow straphangers were not wearing pants. She looked around awkwardly and frantically, unsure of what to do. She tried not staring at people’s groins, but found it increasingly difficult.

The hands were dirty and rough; they had handled wood, been burned, been cut, been broken and repaired, and yet they still contained a modicum of strength. It had been many a year since the hands had seen any danger, and that might have been good for their bones, but the hands certainly missed it.