Lately I've really enjoyed writing character descriptions. Mostly physical as if looking at someone from afar. Here's one I just wrote that I kinda like.
She was like a ghost. Tall and spindly. All knuckles and elbows and knees and angles. Her skin was like glass, it was very easy to imagine you could see her heart pumping blood that looked like water. Her fingers were like branches of the birch tree. Her hair was white as snow and floated to her waist, around her face, for it resembled wind or air more than snow or hair. Her eyes were large, round and wide, ringed by pale grey lashes and irises the color of a frozen spring. Her lips were lush and perfectly formed, colored pale pink like the moments before a sunrise. Her white lace dress, ripped, torn and dirty, fell around her long and bare feet.
She was ice and frozen fire and she moved like wind that whistled through the dead tree branches.
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