English 114 Expository Writing- Descriptive Assignment (Revised)

Descriptive Assignment (Revised)

Elements and minerals flow through mountains, rivers and rainfall, finally depositing in creek beds around the world. Cultures both modern and native take great measures digging me up and wedging me into bodies of consistency. These bodies are divided and miniature clones replicate myself. My creator forcibly throws me and my side smacks a wheel. The wheel’s motion begins at the hourly pace of a sundial, picks up speed, and progressively whirls me into vertigo. A shower smooths me like honey that flows like silk. My creator’s hands push my shape from an amorphous blob to a right triangular cone. Another shower and my peak plunges toward my base with ease, I now resemble a volcano. The hands glide against my base sides and lift my weight away and above the waning thickness of my walls. My tall cylindrical profile will now be manipulated to my creator’s will.

My first cylinder is manipulated as if I were as resinous as hot wax, liquid as wind, and heavy as a snowflake. She outwardly pushes my base and my waist even more so. My shoulders are collared in, form a shelf above my hollow interior, and a lip completes my spherical cylinder. She waits for me to dry as my second self repeats the process. Rather than a spherical cylinder, my second self is a much smaller, straighter cone. The next six spheres become cylinders and resemble each other’s proportional hand held size. A needle repeatedly pierces my first dry self and my second self attaches around these holes to 45 degrees. My ninth self never forms a cylinder, but a disc fitted to my first shelf. The tenth ball of my body is sponge-bathed and milked like a goat. Milking stretches my tenth body to the desired length and flexibility so my creator arches one end towards the other. Once I am dry, the excess of my base is cut off and replaced with my first shape’s fertile curve (opposite to the small cone).

After completely drying, I endure a cocoon of outrageous firing temperatures. From this transforming experience I emerge as sonant as a bell, as translucently white as milk, and as vitrified as glass. My nonporous body is impermeable to liquid, and my sturdy vessels will be used as a means to an end. That end is entertainment: I am a pawn in a ceremony of enjoyment.

What am I?