Ongoing Writing Project: Sensations (Check back often!)

[Scyze]

Hey, CC. A while ago I started writing these little snippets, paragraphs that tried to capture and convey the feeling you don't see so often portrayed in popular culture and media. The quiet moments, the sublime, the beautiful, the unreal, or the surreal--or the moments we all know, but personal to you. I started doing these so I could exercise my writing skills as well as become better at putting my emotions into words. So, I've decided that I'll start updating this thread whenever I write a new snippet. Check back often! Also, feel free to critique or tell me how you responded to the little pieces, emotionally, intellectually, spiritually, or whatever. Other Facepunchers are also for sure welcome to contribute their own little "sensations" to the thread. Let's make this one big happy, experiential melting pot. Kicking off the thread with the first three I've written.

[quote=The Smile]We hugged, and I had my keys in hand and they snagged her blond hair whose roots were dark brown that she thought looked bad but I thought looked fine. She threw a small fit, going on again about how I have no respect for the young. I laughed, and then said bye and waved. She waved too, and gave me a smile. Only a bare upturn of the lips, but a smile that seemed to share in its simple line all the appreciation in the world for friend, her eyes inclusive and trusting at the same time, paired with those clear blue irises surrounding like perfect rings her dark pupils. This parting smile that warmed me through the night now makes me think one thing: it looked hopeful. I can’t conceive any other way to describe it. It looked like hope and eternal confidence.[/quote]

[quote=Avenue]Walking down that curving street, surrounded by nothing but wire-curled greenery and reaching pine trees and the uncertain flow of cars, sometimes the cars would stop coming and there would be nothing but silence, and then they would continue again like the ocean, wave after wave rise and fall and then fade and then there would be nothing but the air and then they would come again, their tire treads beating slithering, frictional tides against the gravel shores.[/quote]

[quote=Home]I walked slowly down the hall with my cheap oriental knock-off cup of trash ramen, hugging the walls where the wood floors were strongest and would creak the least. Every single step of the way, I could feel a furry little beast curling itself around my foot, making ungodly noises with every rub. That goddamned cat.[/quote]