Prompt: Write about something that brings you happiness
Cold wind.
Numb hands.
Running nose.
Pale face.
A city amidst a lagoon.
A collection of buildings, dense and impenetrable, hiding whispers and secrets throughout the crenelations of their fog.
The water.
Peaceful.
Serene.
Like glass.
Ripping and shifting as eerie boats – too long, too delicate, too silent – float like leave atop a pond.
Encapsulated by the sea – all of it – whose dazzling winks of light reflect from the surface like a thousand mirrors.
Breathe.
A cloud of smoke from one's own breath.
No windowpanes to fog the glass.
A wire grating.
Dark.
Smooth.
Above a word of water, and yet, surrounded by buildings.
Terracotta roofs and colored stone.
The sun sets.
First yellow and blue skies, then pink, magenta, orange, red, as it dips behind a sheet of Adriatic fog.
Slowly, slowly, slowly...
a watercolor painting in the sky, reflected by the ripping mirrors.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Lights.
Window lights.
Gondola lights.
Piazza lights.
All emerging as fireflies, and transforming the buildings into a city of stars.
North; west; east; south; everywhere.
Galaxies, watercolors, and mirrors.
Dazzling.
Ingenious.
Alien.
Holding its breath, then letting it out, slow, slow, slow.
And in this moment,
the world stops,
and rotates,
ever so tranquilly,
not around the sun,
but here,
right here.
For the world may be an oyster, but Venice is its pearl.
YOU ARE READING
Raw Works
Non-FictionI'm currently taking a creative writing nonfiction course and every class we do at least one freewrite or exercise. These are some of the snippets I've made during those. All are unedited save for typos and grammatical errors. Cover image does not...
