Painting of Words: Describing an Object with Imagery
The creative writing class discussed the topic of using metaphors, similes, and irony to describe an object. One figure of speech is used to convey humor, while the others are used to show contrast to another thing. These speeches allow writers to express themselves creatively and outside their comfort zones. Let's attempt to read the following description which uses figure-of-speech images.
"PENS"
A pen is a majestic messenger of the mind, the exact navigator of thoughts, and a skillful sorcerer of words. With its slender shape and supple stroke, it weaves a tapestry of tales, whispers secrets to the page, and conjures entire worlds into being. Whether it's a trusted companion for daily reflection or a precision instrument for artistic expression, the pen is a mighty tool that translates the whispers of the soul into the language of the universe. Life is just like a pen that writes its own story. Just like a pen that can create, correct, and craft, life offers us the power to author our own destiny.
"PLASTIC TRASH CAN"
The plastic trash can stands upright, its smooth, lightweight
surface showing signs of scratches and scuffs from years of use. The lid, which
pops off easily, reveals an array of crumpled paper, food wrappers, and
discarded items. When you open the lid, it produces a dull thud and a slight
rustling sound as the plastic flexes. The air is filled with a blend of stale
and slightly sour odors, a mix of old food remnants and musty trash. The cool
plastic feels firm yet slightly flexible to the touch, with the texture of the
surface varying from glossy in some parts to slightly rough in others. Although
certainly not to be tasted, the trash can gives off an imaginary tang of
spoiled food and discarded snacks.
"WATER"
Water, the silent poet of nature, shimmers like liquid
glass, shifting from azure to silver to deep obsidian. Scentless yet alive, it
carries whispers of rain, sea, and morning dew. Cool and weightless, it soothes
like a whisper or rages like a storm. Its voice sings from murmuring streams to
crashing waves, a testament to its power. Flavorless yet vital, it sustains,
heals, and reshapes the world. Like water, we too must adapt—soft yet strong,
bending but never breaking, carving our own path through the hardest of stones.
"GUMAMELA"
The "gumamela" shine into bloom like a blazing sunset, its quiet petals flabby to the touch, curl up at the edges in hues of bright, blood-red, and fortunate yellow. Its sweet, fragile bouquet drifts through the warm piece of cake, ask over butterfly to dance around its gilded pistil, where pollen clings like flyspeck particle of sunshine. When raindrops take root on its flower petal, they glisten like shining crystal, cool and tonic against the skin. The rustle of its tender green leaves whisper like a gentle lullaby, blending with the distant hum of bees gather up nectar. Even the taste of its petals, often brew into tea, gestate a mild tanginess, a subtle reminder of its blending comfort.
"BOUGAINVILLEA"
The bougainvillea blazes like a sunset frozen in time, its vivid magenta standing out against the green. Its paper-thin petals, both delicate and crisp to the touch, flutter in the wind’s soft embrace, while hidden thorns prick like life’s unexpected hardships. A faint, earthy scent clings to its petals—not sweet, but rich with the whispers of sun-scorched days and rain-kissed nights. When the wind stirs its branches, the gentle rustling of leaves echoes like pages of an old story turning. Though its blossoms appear soft, a single plucked petal leaves a subtle bitterness on the tongue, a reminder that beauty is not always sweetness. Like the bougainvillea, we, too, are adorned with both thorns and splendor—our scars do not dim our light; they make our bloom even more magnificent.
Written by: Aimae Magnanao
"WHEEL"
A "gulong" (wheel) symbolizes the continuous cycle
of life sometimes we are on top, enjoying success, while other times we find
ourselves at the bottom, facing challenges. But just like a wheel, life keeps
moving forward, reminding us that hardships are temporary and opportunities
always come around again. Keep rolling, and never stop moving toward your
dreams.
Written by: Alexa Rae Ranes
CHAIR
A chair sits by the window tall, bathed in light, yet cold and small. Once it rocked, once it swayed, now it waits, alone, afraid. Dust collects where hands once lay, soft impressions fade away. Shadows stretch as evening nears, whispering echoes, lost to years.
"CAKE"
"STONE"
The stone was as gray as the heavy storm that was full of heavy untold stories. As the pouring rain touched its surface, it trembled, as cold as a winter breeze. They sit together like a family, unshaken by time. Even when the storm may howl and the wind may blow, they remain strong and never break.
"BOOK"
"BOOK"
The book, when held feels like a gentle cotton molded together, making it delicate to turn its pages. It is a heart that keeps you seek what’s within, from the lovely cover to its thrilling content. It holds some resounding conflict and flipping its page is like listening to the whisper of the wind. It creates a soothing melody that accompanies you throughout your journey to the story. The nostalgic texts design that moved you to another dimension and imaginations that makes you feel like in a cloud nine. The wrinkled pages were the memories of its beautiful stories read by many. When new, it is a rose that smells fresh and seductive. But, if kept for century, it smells like an old withered twig. Other than the scent it carries, the book is also infused with thousands of emotions scribbled into each word.
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