Thanks! He has a pair of eyes in mind but I do want the reader so envision their favorite pair of eyes as well
And thanks for letting me know I have a typo! I'll go fix it now
Now that I'm looking at it, I'm not sure what it means either 
now I have to remember what I was thinking about when I wrote this lol.
Thanks again
That's a mood. Once, I had a bunch of people commenting that I ended a sentence with a comma instead of a period. I did that on purpose, sorta. I was going to continue the sentence... but now I don't know what with.
Knowing me I started the sentence, got distracted then didn't care to see if I finished the sentence then kept typing. And somehow missed it when I was editing???
My passage tends to be very simple in structure and vocabulary, nothing fancy.
The najyi , as it is called by Kôra’s people; perhaps the luminous sparkles of city lamps overpowered the simple bioluminescence from their lobate leaf. As Kôra always recalled, those trees are such a wonder; they were the charm of the hills and valleys where they originated. He even had some planted in his family home lawn. Small but adequate, nowhere as grand as he thought of the city lights. He has thought of it enough, he missed his home.
I've got a comic, but I've always been quite pleased with the opening paragraph from the novel it's sourced from:
One rainy evening, during the consommé, US Army Brigadier General Grant burst into the dining hall and threw a priceless vase to shatter against the swan ice sculpture centerpiece. “Were you planning on telling me that there are innocent people out in that storm, dying horribly in a shipwreck?”
Vespasian Eugene Xander, who hated all of his names, and preferred to be mentioned in polite conversation as His Moste Dredd Sovereign the Evil Overlord, stacked another olive onto the toothpick man he was building in his martini.
“Wrong answer, Eugene,” Grant unholstered his .45 auto, aiming it at the deepening crease between Xander’s eyes. “Get in the car. You’re going to save them.”
https://tapas.io/series/chateaugrief1
and since the link won't unroll that nice description for me, it's a supernatural psychological drama: "Evil Overlord Xander has fallen in love. And technically it's only kidnapping if she tries to leave."
Thank you!! And you're right. I wanted to narrow it done to what really matters so it took a few tries.
I had a good time describing various creatures that my main character is seeing for the first time in a sort of magical zoo. They're not terribly important to the plot, but they're a big part of the world, and it was fun to explore that a little bit.
Two brownies -- rare finds outside of Scotland -- had been placed side-by-side. One was given porridge on a regular basis and the other was not. Hannah marveled at how they could even be considered the same creature -- the yowling, spitting, snarling ball of fur to the left was nothing like its neighbor, who was happily sweeping up a dust bunny it had found in the corner of its cage.
A few steps onward, they spotted a vampire, curled up in its bat form and hanging from the ceiling of its enormous enclosure, which was brightly lit from all sides with ultraviolet lightbulbs. A plaque told them that the vampire had become humanoid only once during its captivity, and that was to murder a large rat that had managed to burrow into its space. Connor tapped on the glass and tried to tempt it with a scratch he’d received in P.E. a few days before. The vampire yawned and wrapped its wings more tightly around itself.
As Daiden looked to the future, his chest swelled with confidence. He parried faster now, and in inches, moved towards the Natural Monarch. His body danced through the attacks from the Sand Spider as well, striking back with his left at every opportunity. His sword slipped through the limbs, in an ethereal form, leaving the Sand Spider unharmed. But through the march, Daiden counted to thirty. Deeper into a range of attack, he felt the creature breathe onto him. He felt the heat seeping into the cracks on his armour and pinch at his skin.
“Let’s see…fifteen…” counted Daiden, his lips arching on either side to a wide grin. “Don’t think about it, don’t jinx it. You’ll live through this. You’ll live through this!”
On thirty, Daiden carried into a dance that veiled his ethereal sword in jade. He waited for another attack and blurred into evasion, raising his left in a swing from bottom to top. His attack launched in the form of a large, sharp projectile – larger than normal, sharper than normal. He pursed his lips and followed the aeter to its point of impact. “Fuck! Don’t you dare fail on me.”
Chapter 47. Raiding a Natural Monarch. It still ranks highly among my descriptions. 
How about this one (not published yet)?
Glass Gardens city center was bustling with life. People moved about in all directions, the hum of Speedporters mixed with their chatter. The excessive use of glass was growing on Ruby. Even with his poor vision, he was able to appreciate the calm beauty of the sleek surfaces. The clouds reflected off the tall buildings. The sky was closer, and the world was brighter. Crystal sculptures decorating doorways set a rainbow prism on the ground. Stained-glass windows let the light in while providing privacy. Even the sidewalks were polished and clean, made of mysterious cloudy-white material. His favorite so far was a glass staircase with water running between its panes.
“Is there an actual glass garden in this city?”
“No, but we have a park with a cool mosaic maze.”
This little intro from a short story I'm slowly writing. I'm pretty proud of it so far. It's from an alternate Dragon Sparking universe. The story will tentatively be called "Dragon Sparking: Hall of The Mountain King"
Lightning cracked across a cloudy night sky. Bolts of blue light streaked, changing color into otherworldly dark purple, refracting across the menacing accumulated mounds of frost, water vapor and dirt.
As the following thunder rumbled, the people of Oliva province huddled closer in their run down cottages. The forested valley was blocked on all sides, corralling the province right up to the dark jagged peaks of the Savage Mountain.
Peasant and royal alike had nowhere to run. The forests had all become wild, and the treacherous mountain barred any passage out. Yes, they huddled in fear, as dark hulking beasts descended from the slopes, pouring out of the crags and caves.
This nightly occurrence had continued for decades and whittled the many towns of Oliva province to nothing but shambles.
I spent a while on mine, so I hope it's clear enough!
Hyeon Falken needed to escape from his toxic home and traveled abroad for work. Instead, he strolled right into the wolf’s den—literally.
The aurora was the afterlife for animal spirits. The good souls were sent to the northern lights, but Hyeon found himself its counterpart with the malicious souls in the south. Those terrifying animal deities that were worshipped by people for over a millennium? Yeah, those are real. And the person Hyeon works for? He’s a rough-headed canine that’s supposed to initiate the end of the world—Ragnarok.
Instead of gaining experience at a normal job, it became Hyeon's burden to serve his soul to this untamed beast on a silver platter. Soon, he became immersed in tales and creatures that he thought were only mythological.
Will Hyeon be eaten by the wolf, or will the wolf be ravaged by his new assistant?
Describing a seaside town when my protagonist goes on her first vacation in a long time~
As the train slowed, Patience caught glimpses of the town between the drab railway structures and bushy eastern red cedars. Brightly colored homes glinted like jewels, pearly whitewashed buildings interspersed between. Other edifices once clad in dark wood now stood silver after years of lashings from the wind and water. Still the ocean lay beyond them, and Patience was annoyed these human constructions hid the true treasure born by nature.
I like this idea of the pretty little town still being an obstruction for the nature it stands on!
Very well crafted!
There's a strange feeling that comes when the whole world is quiet, save for the soft moaning of the wind right before a storm. It howls and chants a haunting melody that echoes across the deserted fields like a lonely ghost. Fitting, for only the dead reside here. Blinding purple streaks of lightning dance in the skies overhead on rolling black clouds that seemed to open up at the disturbance, unleashing a torrent of rain that formed a solid gray veil in the distance.
Thank you for the thread!
That same city filtered into view, the one where she shrieked into the heavens and civilization was consumed by mass destruction… It was a dream. It had to be. This couldn’t be New Genesis. This world… She balanced herself midair. High above the scene, two hands gripped her arms. She couldn’t see who it was. A nuclear breeze tore through her like she wasn’t even there. Spades of fire bloomed in the distance, crackling with painful force.
Here's mine! just a Light Novel!
https://tapas.io/series/Unforgettable-Spring--Light-Novel
description:
Alessia Wang who usually called Alex, just finished her high school in Hongkong. After going through a tough accident and made her depressed for 2 months, Alex decided to go continue her study in Korea in order to forget her past in Hongkong and fulfill someone’s dream. Not hers.
Alex grew up as the heir of a very well-known Wang Group company in Hongkong, Asia and even the world. That’s why a relationship between friend or love isn’t important to be expected in her family.
However, when she started her study at Korea University, a lot of complicated things happened.
I am particularly proud of this gruesome image.
"Graves was wrenched from his musings by a faint cracking sound. A single snap that perforated the silence and allowed him to draw closer to the source. Towards the medical quad, past the morgue, down an alley made by two boarding houses; right to a slouched figure and the sluching sound of tearing flesh from bone. Cannibalism was such a deep cultural taboo that it never occurred to people that they were game meat. Tough, with more muscle than fat, many tendons to be ripped before the chewing could begin. It took a great deal of strength or madness to consume human flesh raw, something beyond that was required to place bone into one’s jaws to reach the marrow. The Ghoul was no stranger to the treat as its own mandible was beginning to sag with overuse. It was beyond pain now just like its current meal. A face frozen in its final terror stared from the ground at Graves, twisted oddly on the ruined remains of its neck. The spine was gruesomely exposed from the shoulder to the ear, abandoned by the Ghoul for newly opened chest cavity. The figure's head was currently deep inside the victim's stomach and ate without pausing. It didn’t need to breathe, it was ambulatory solely because of an unknown drive or motivation but it wasn’t dead. Or at least not in a way Graves recognized."
Happy nightmares!
Ooh, fun! I've actually been really proud of this bit from my first chapter ever since I wrote it:
They both knew July had no way of making her leave. That fact only seemed more evident when they stood juxtaposed this way. Valen was over half a foot taller in her heels. She was larger in every sense, in fact, from her wide hips to her broad shoulders to her confident, even cocky body language. While July’s wardrobe consisted of Victorian ankle-length skirts and lace-trimmed blouses, Valen opted for an array of bespoke suits to accent her business-first nature; on this day, every curvaceous inch of her was swathed in pinstriped gray wool. The only skin left visible was her face, a pale counterpoint to July’s cool dark brown.