Cathedral of Marble Strands :: Creative Writing Examples

Cathedral of Marble StrandsRichard Stewart lay stretched knocked out(p) on the cool stone. His handsome, youthful face was relaxed into a slight smile, eyeball closed lazily. Richards hand played unconsciously with his long black tomentum lying on the reddish surface . . . Four slices of lemon . . . foursome cubes of sugar. . . and a straw, thought Richard, and pictured the glass in his mind. Without opening his eyes, he reached out and felt it in his hand. It was cool, and the droplets that condensed from the morning mist made it slippery. He raised his head off the ground and brought the straw to his lips. He took a long, slow draft, letting the taste settle in. It was slightly too move around to be perfect, but Richard didnt mind. One day he would discover the crowning(prenominal) lemonade, but he was in no hurry. He lay there drinking it for a long time. Lemonade doesnt have to run out in heaven.Richard lay on a narrow l contact about five dollar bill hundred feet up the face of a cliff. Above him, just beneath the low hanging clouds, a pair of eagles circled, wings motionless. Beneath, a fountain valley lay shrouded in the morning fog. The clouds concealed the sun and gave the valley the cool gray feel Richard wanted. Near the foot of the cliff, the valley was grassy, with an insouciant shrub clinging to the rocky soil here and there. Blue flowers growing in sparse islands shone dimly where the easy wind blew away patches of fog. A broad(a) stream slid from around the base of the cliff. It began somewhere in the mountains behind Richard and disappeared in the denser fog at the deeper part of the valley. There, where not even the tops of the trees were visible, an animated structure of white marble stretched its spires almost as high as the cliff Richard lay on. Four great arches rose, flanked a spiderweb of smaller ones, and met in a cluster of domes, towers and spires. Richard liked to call it the Cathedral. Beyond, the valley lost itself wh ere the honor of the sky met the fog on the ground. Richard stretched the hand that held the glass of lemonade over the edge and let it slip away. He listened for its fall, but it went too far eat to hear. He relaxed his mind, waiting for some idea to come to him.