I am on a huge writers block with Bittersweet Memories, and I wanted to try out a new writing style. Here it is, if you like it, I'll implement into my story. I have read so many phenomenal stories here and I want to write like those authors. So here is my attempt at a different style. Tell me what you think.
The skies erupted without warning, a deafening explosion of sound engulfing every once of tranquility without mercy. A streak of blinding light tore through the night sky as if it were scissors cutting through black velvet. The stunning pink haired beauty lifted her face to the oncoming rain. The ground turning to soft mush, trapping her feet into place. Her piercing green eyes fell from the sky onto her village's gates. Tall, proud, welcoming.
She came here every night since he left. 365 days a year. Three years. 1,095 days. Her heart ached, an unexplainable feeling penetrated her entire being. A memory flashed before her eyes the same instant lightening struck once more. A younger version of herself, the love of her life, a night like this, same setting, she tried to convince him to stay. She stood firmly planted in the ground in a way that told the world that insecurity seeped from every pore on her skin. Finally an embrace, a goodbye… forever.
Tears mingled with the rain caressing her face.
Sakura was like a firework. Loud yet soft, beautiful, glowing, radiant, intense, and awaiting for her spark to ignite. Thunder awakened her from the past reverie. Her eyes lifted once more watching the dance of lightening and thunder from God that waltzed around the starry dance floor.
A sob escaped her mouth; realization finally came to her. The mysterious Uchiha survivor was never coming back. Her mind conjured a picture perfect memory of his soft face, small nose, perfectly sculpted lips, emotionally intense eyes that drew you in, silky black hair that framed his face. Her hands rubbed her cold arms. Cold from emotion, not the weather. Her spark was gone, the spark that once lit up her world with a thousand of colors.
No longer were there the magnificent hues of blue, purple, reds, pinks, and greens.
She was a dud; a firework that wouldn't ignite. She longed for the days she would light up the sky and show her colors to the world.
Impossible, she thought. The one thing that lit her up has left her forever.
Sakura withdrew her feet from their muddy prison. She turned her back the way he turned his to her. Yards away, she paused daring to look back.
A curious sound met her ears. Another eruption from the sky. A fascinating coil of light spiraled to the sky. A flash of brilliant, scarlet light streaked through the misty air, striking the ground off in the distance. The stunning afterglow of crimson that radiated from the ground cast the world in a shadow, dying every inch of land to its pleasure.
A firework lighting up the sky.