59 Quotes About Descriptive-prose

The sun, like a boil on the bright blue ass of day, rolled gradually forward and spread its legs wide to reveal the pubic thatch of night, a hairy darkness in which stars crawled like lice, and the moon crabbed slowly upward like an albino dog tick striving for the anal gulch.

Night came early to this neighborhood, the sun fleeing the sky, leaving heaven black and blue.

Even as winter comes, mornings are crisp, and the big, blue sky seems to hang newly washed over the sea of hills.

His skin was blotched as a dying banana.

..."I could see tongues of dense fog licking over the ridge in the distance, where this world ended and the next one began, cold, damp, and sunless.

Some scents sparkle and then quickly disappear, like the effervescence of ctirus zestor a bright note of mint.

A bruised silence descended on the van.

Yo miro a la abuela, no su cara, sino sus manos. Todos los tendones están tensos, ya no hay carne en esas manos, tan sólo huesos y piel reseca. La muerte podría inmovilizarlas en cualquier momento, pero aún se mueven cuando reza, y el rosario susurra entre ellas.

The walls on either side were lined with curtains. Folds of damson velvet spilled onto the white marble floor. Gold fringes looped along the curtain rods above them. High overhead, rich reddish-brown slats formed the ceiling. Elaborate carvings in the wood depicted strange scenes of badgers and borlan and men.