Sight: Horrific Taste: Garbage Hearing: Shattering Touch: Burning Smell: Rank
The morning was garbage. I woke up to the sound of my phone notification. Some of my friends were bitching about how one of them was “fake depressed”. Putting the phone aside, I got up to go down stairs and nearly tripped over the cat. I told it to move, but it just watched me with such intensity, I decided to leave it alone. The radio was on describing how a man had fallen into a supermarket freezer 10 years ago and they had only just now found his rotting body.
Quaking from head to toe, he could have hung his hat on his eyes they stuck out so far.
All the geese flew backwards, all the fish moved south and even the snow turned blue. All spoken words froze solid. The cold is being hyperbolized. It gives the effect of very cold.
The explosion of light shimmered in the glassy reflection of the icy lake.
The church’s beauty is a lie, disguising the conspiracy and deception of all religion.
The small stream is only the beginning of the great and vicious flood.