Sweat - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Marcie works out until her skin takes on a glossy shine and the salty drops invade her eyes. As she keeps moving the sweat is a welcome addition, cooling and helping her to feel like she's worked hard; it's only when her feet come to a stop that the wind shows her just how wet her clothing has become.
He's decided to play a shirts and skins football game with some guys at the park. A sheen of sweat covered his back the first few minutes of hard play, glistening in the afternoon sun. The way it highlights the contour of muscle reminds me of what a powerhouse he is. He's been exhaustively trained to perform at his peak physically and mentally, it shows. I sit in the shade, cool, verdant grass beneath me, but occasionally enough sweat will gather to break away and trail down my back. It soaks into the waistband of my shorts. It annoys me, I hate to sweat, but he doesn't so I sit and wait for him to finish his games. The opposing team is at a disadvantage, it's the entire reason we are here, he can't stand to see the underdog bullied. The kids with their shirts off, the ones too far behind to win, are now caught up. I know the outcome of this game, it's worth a little sweat to see so many smiling faces. His not the least.
Lila always knew a workout was going well when the sweat droplets on her skin began to run down her face and limbs and splash onto the floor of the gymnasium. Beads as salty as tears would run into her lips. By the time she was done her tracksuit was so wet it needed wringing out and her hair was plastered to her scalp. Exercising sure didn't make her look pretty while she was doing it, red cheeked and soaked in her own perspiration, but after all these months of hard work she was getting a few double-takes in the street.
In the brutal heat the workers on the railway tracks looked dry, only their hair lines gave away that they were sweating at all. As soon as they perspired the water evaporated into the atmosphere and they were unable to detect that it had done them any service at all. As the day wore on even their hair dried out and if the chain-gang boss had had any sense he would have given them water and shade at once, for the ceasing of perspiration is a sure sign of heat stroke. When a worker passed out he merely shrugged, then two went down, then three. A fourth began to hallucinate, fighting away invisible demons. Finally every prisoner was on the ground, unconscious or close to it.
The sweat trickled down his back, free flowing like condensation on a window pane, it beaded on his forehead and dripped from his chin.
When he walked into the room the stench of stale sweat walked in with him.
Kipla could feel the perspiration under his arms, soaking darkly into his clothes, announcing his fear.
The sweat was salty on her lips.
Once she stopped running the perspiration lay cool on her skin, cooled further by the breeze and she began to shiver.
She was drenched in sweat, it soaked the clothes on her back like a map of some foreign land. Sweat trickled down her face into her eyes, and they were stung by mixture of salty sweat and running mascara.
As the allotted time draws near the steady summer heat becomes far less bearable. I want the air conditioning of the mall, not the filthy downtown sidewalk. I can't sit on the burning tarmac so the best I can do is prop myself up against the lamppost, letting my eyes move over the scars in the paintwork. I run my hand over the rough paint and feel my insides squirm in a way they haven't done since the last job interview I went to. I wonder what this Joel will be like, all he said was he was going my way and he was asking for fifty percent gas money. I don't know his age, what he drives or whether he likes the kind of music that makes my ears bleed. I can feel my bangs stick to the perspiration on my face, I must be as beaded as the dawn grass. My hand begins to shake in a way I can't control, all I can do is loop my thumbs into my jean shorts pocket and hope to look casual.
Perspiration dripped down my cheeks......Alone and afraid I became frozen on the spot I stood on.