jewel - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Petallina held the jewel in her outstretched hand and it lay there just as heavy as a common rock. Yet in the summer sunlight it glittered like the sun-kissed ocean lapping the sands; the brilliant red hue was so vivid it was how she imagined crystalline blood would appear if such a thing existed. After several more waves and cries from the gulls above she let it fall back into the plain burlap pouch, sliding it into the pocket of her jeans.
The stars glittered in the skies and my mind immediately went to the jewelry shop I had passed by today. It had been decorated with an array of polished diamonds, tempting topaz, attractive amber and majestic moonstones. One look at the price had me out of the door in a flash.
It glittered attractively in the light and all the guilt I had earlier disappeared. I gave it a hard tap on the table and breathed a sigh in relief when it didn't shatter which it would've done if it was a fake and made of cheap glass. I ran a thumb over it's polished surface. A beautiful sky blue color that was sure to win the heart of my future wife. I slipped the ring in my pocket and gave it an affectionate little pat. Tonight was the night I shall also be shining brightly as the jewel.
A diamond gleams as bright as the sun's rays lighting the ocean at dawn; radiant and shining, it reigns supreme amongst all jewels and gems, its perfect features scorning those of others. The diamond is, after all, the gem of royalty.
It's blinding shine as the sun's light shot through it made my heart clench in advance. The purplish color of the vintage stone called at me as a mermaid to it's sailor.
It was polished and cut to perfection. The brilliant gem bounced rays of rainbow light over the dim cave. Anastasia stood there, transfixed by the enchanting jewel. Its surface was impossible smooth. Its colors, impossibly bright. A magnificent rainbow aurora surrounded it, giving off an ethereal glow. It shimmered in the cavern with a radiance of its own.
Glimmering wickedly in the sunlight, its what all men desire. More precious than gold, and more beautiful too, is the jewel. Casting hope and fortune upon us, but it is also the most dangerous thing. It leads men to greed.
Her smile was the most beautiful jewel I'd ever come across and well, I suppose there is beauty in the simplicity of the word "beautiful" for truly had I thought it to be grand, majestic, glorious or even royal there is no comparison to when I picture it as the epitome of the utterly beautiful.
In this ever dark realm I stood,
A forlorn shadow was casted before my eyes,
So cold and empty that I shivered;
But a light came down, showering like a dream,
On its end radiantly appeared
A golden statue with a diamond brooch;
Gleaming, the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,
Suddenly the sorrowful flames dwelling in my heart
Had been extinguished magically by the dazzling beauty.