Describe a sunset as viewed by a character that is in bliss; describe the same sunset but this time as seen by a character that is in gloom.
A mixture of blood and smoke scattered beyond the vast firmament of
heaven.. Dispersed in malformed glorious clouds; half part is
sprinkled in snow and the other part of wine and of rubies and of
sunflowers. Celestial lavishness corrupts me. Stars reach me. I
closed my eyes. And still, I see hues and phantasm. I am in bliss.
The dusk, a thief, stole everything. It painted the sky selfishly.
Smothered the sun with something heavy. With something so heavy, it
decided to free its fall and be swallowed by the sea. As the sun
slumber on its grave, the night cloaks the earth and my vision
darkened. It was gloomy.
While reading a book at a library slash book store, I came upon a creative writing composition. It has lots of exercises and tips on creative writing. One of the exercises include fleshing out a stranger you have seen the first time. Compose stories about that stranger and why he is on that place. And a lot more exercises. While at work, I answered this exercise where I have to describe the same sunset as seen by a happy and a sad person for five minutes (squeezing my writing ability to its boundary in a time constraint manner). Next time, I’ll try this creative writing again with different rules, probably two street dogs making love from a child’s perspective and an old guy’s perspective.. Probably or probably not. It depends.