Alvaro Quindos Landeras Descriptive Essay: The Assault
Alvaro Quindos Landeras Descriptive Writing Coursework 750 words 1/07/24
The Assault. Rain fell like cold bullets, looking to do damage to all that got in its way. A cold waterfall drenching all that interposed. Waves slung our old boat back and forth. She was an old timer, a seawater expert. She preserved the distinct odour of rotten fish, even after a relentless storm. Nevertheless, she was still sound and seaworthy enough to set out early in the morning, loaded up with nets. She begged for forgiveness as we gradually moved away to the coast. We had lost control, rocking us with what seemed to be the power of Poseidon. The lightning was the only bright light. The clouds, dressed in full black, prepared to rain down a strategic attack, forcing …show more content…
Our hearts pounded in sync with the roaring crash of thunder. Wind-swept trees and branches, whispering ominous secrets from one to the other. The lightning was the only bright light. We observed the border between the coast and the sea. Rocks stood on their ground, as waves crashed with no remorse. Each wave stronger and larger than the previous one, eroding the rocks away, like a helpless agglomeration of injured soldiers looking at an incoming missile strike, sure to wipe them out. The lightning was the only bright light. Amidst all the chaos, we had a lingering sense of nostalgia. The scent of salt struck us, throwing us off balance, taken aback by the instant rush of salty goodness. However, we had to prepare for the pungent aftertaste of rotten fish. We created an image of the sea using this strong smell – a sudden beauty and severe consequences for those beauties. The lightning was the only bright light. No rocks fall apart, regardless of how strong the waves are. No wave holds back, each more powerful than the one prior to them, determined to wear down the persistent rock. No human could miss the familiar smell of salty seawater in combination with the moist rocks, giving off a pungent scent. But in the distance, the lighthouse resides, standing
The Assault. Rain fell like cold bullets, looking to do damage to all that got in its way. A cold waterfall drenching all that interposed. Waves slung our old boat back and forth. She was an old timer, a seawater expert. She preserved the distinct odour of rotten fish, even after a relentless storm. Nevertheless, she was still sound and seaworthy enough to set out early in the morning, loaded up with nets. She begged for forgiveness as we gradually moved away to the coast. We had lost control, rocking us with what seemed to be the power of Poseidon. The lightning was the only bright light. The clouds, dressed in full black, prepared to rain down a strategic attack, forcing …show more content…
Our hearts pounded in sync with the roaring crash of thunder. Wind-swept trees and branches, whispering ominous secrets from one to the other. The lightning was the only bright light. We observed the border between the coast and the sea. Rocks stood on their ground, as waves crashed with no remorse. Each wave stronger and larger than the previous one, eroding the rocks away, like a helpless agglomeration of injured soldiers looking at an incoming missile strike, sure to wipe them out. The lightning was the only bright light. Amidst all the chaos, we had a lingering sense of nostalgia. The scent of salt struck us, throwing us off balance, taken aback by the instant rush of salty goodness. However, we had to prepare for the pungent aftertaste of rotten fish. We created an image of the sea using this strong smell – a sudden beauty and severe consequences for those beauties. The lightning was the only bright light. No rocks fall apart, regardless of how strong the waves are. No wave holds back, each more powerful than the one prior to them, determined to wear down the persistent rock. No human could miss the familiar smell of salty seawater in combination with the moist rocks, giving off a pungent scent. But in the distance, the lighthouse resides, standing