apple - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The apple's skin sits smoothly next to my own, a promise of the sweetness within. In this noon-light it is as bright as it ever is, the earthy-hued stalk curling softly into the light. It occurs to me in a fleeting thought, that if the apple exists without consciousness, then a tree falling in the forest does make a sound, that the two ideas are quite unrelated as science would suggest - otherwise the apple would need to be thinking in some way and, wow, that would be so gross.
The apple had a gold star radiating from the stem, gently blending with that colour as vibrant as love's blush. It rested there, in the nest of my fingers, giving a calming coolness upon my palm - solid enough to be noticed, light enough to stay there. It was the prettiest "juice container" I'd ever seen and delicious to the core.
Wet and crisp as I bit into it, it broke between my teeth with a soft crunch. The lingering sound drifted around my ears, filling my heart with pleasure. Icy sweetness filled my mouth and for a moment ,all fell still, as if a wave of content had drifted past and frozen the world solid. I kept on chewing, biting until it was all gone. Then went to get another.
Perhaps another week in the sun, drinking in the rays and the sap from the deep green leaves and the apple would have been entirely red. In my hand it is light but firm to the touch of my fingers. The red has blossomed from near the stalk and cascades down the sides like strands of fine scarlet toffee. The rest is golden with no tinge of green the way that the leaves of my cherry tree will be in a few short weeks. Given a few more days it could have been sweeter, larger, more juicy... but I can't honestly wish for it to be more perfect. I hold it higher so that the early September rays catch the skin fully. It isn't as shiny as those waxed fruits in the stores, there is a slight blemish on one side that was invisible in the shade, and to me it is all the more perfect for these imperfections.
A fruit with rich flavor, bright color and sweet smell. One of my favorite fruits was put before me: an apple. So shiny and red; it's shape was perfect with no distortion. It had just been washed, water droplets sparkled over it. There was not a spot on it, perfection straight from the tree. I took it.
While cutting, the fruit made such a crunchy sound that without hesitation I put a slice in my mouth and felt my tongue stimulated by the sudden burst of flavor that came from its juice, so heavenly sweet. My tongue burned with the delights of the apple as I chewed it one last time before swallowing. And then all became a blur...it was poisoned...
"Take a bite, my dear" a gorgeous young lady selling apples persist with an encahnting sing-song voice. Her words fills me, controlling me, as my mouth slowly bite into the bright red crisp apple. Juicy sweetness spills into my mouth, as my head spins and the world envelopes into darkness akin to the endless pits of her black eyes.