heavy bag - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The straps of the bag dig deeply into my skin and curve my spine toward it. Carrying it in my hand is too difficult as I must hoist it up to prevent it dragging on the sidewalk. From time to time I stop, place it on the ground, step to the other side and place it on the other shoulder.
The bag on Dan's plywood bench is so heavy it's bowing the wood between the supports, yet whatever sits inside is small enough not to push out the sides. Vera slides closer, hoping to inspect when he turns his back. Dan looses his off-guard posture and settles into a position where he can view her with ease.
The burden in the bag is so great that Nancy thinks of nothing but the growing pain in her shoulder as she stumbles down the lane toward home. If there were a single unnecessary item she would toss it to the verge that is lush with spring grass, but Papa needs it all. Today is the day of his grand feast and the ingredients she carries will make it one to remember.
Leaving is hard on the heart but continuing is hard on the body. The bag they haul has everything they need to survive the coming days of hardship. If the path is fair they will make it hungry but well; if it is hard going they will be in bad shape or perhaps fail to make it to the ships. When it is time for Luke to old the bag he needs two hands and his legs bang into the stretched dark leather as he walks, his face a tight grimace.
The bag on the table is showing the strain of what it holds inside. Already the stitching is stretched to the point where it shows in an ugly fashion. The thick yarn has pulled holes in the canvas and the handles show tearing on one side. Carter prepares himself for the snatch knowing that whatever is inside is heavy and the bag cannot be trusted to hold.
The bag was hewn from thick canvas and stitched by machine. God only knows how thick the needle had to be to get through it. The bag's strap was broad and padded to stop it from gouging my shoulder. I watched, wide eyed, as the metal was put in; gold, silver and platinum. It looked like such a small volume but when it was slung over my shoulder and across my chest to my opposite hip it weighed a tonne. Then Mr. Sully bent down to my height, lifted my chin with his fingers, and looked me straight in the eyes. "You go right through the gates like you're on your way to school, don't walk as if the bag is heavy. If it looks like there's more than a lunch box in there we're all done for. You can do this Mika."
The bag was a burden on my arm, but I knew I had to push on - for her. I gazed toward the expanse of ocean, determined to find peace within myself. The old and tarnished wood of the pier started to grow larger, as I continued to pace towards it. The moonlight made the suitcase glow - almost as hypnotizing as she was. I edged closer towards the brink of the pier. I opened the bag, and stared into her eyes. However, she was still as cold as ever - her blank stare bringing a thorough sadness to myself. I kissed her lips one last time, a dry, passion lacking motion of love. My hand brushed against her icy cheek, as once again, I shut her back into the bag. A smile broke through my lips as the bag was swallowed into the darkness of the water.
The bag was a little heavy for him to carry comfortably. He kept walking till he reached the end of the cliff. Drawing a long breath, he took out his personal diary. The one in which he had written down all the memories he shared with her. Feeling broken, cheated and angry, he threw the diary down the cliff.
The bag which was once heavy seemed lighter on the journey back