Descriptive Writing
DESCRIPTIVE WRITING
Beads of sweat trickled down my face as the sweltering sun continued to beat on down on me. The waves crashing rhythmically on the shore were tempting me to enter those enticing waters to cool off. But, no. I could not. I was here for a job. A job that needed me to stand here with my heavy makeup bag and watch others have a dip in the cool waters while being photographed and filmed.
I turned round and ‘people-watched’ the by-standers who were here at the beach for a nice suntan or just to play around with their friends and family. People were lying down on their beach towels watching the waves crash. There were clumps of people hiding in the shade of the trees and umbrellas. Tents with tables and chairs lined the boardwalk, filled with people standing in line just for a cool drink, or a blast of a fan.
Art sculptures stood in a line, signifying where the high tide would reach. I remember climbing these as a child, now here I stand, watching skeptically as noisy children climbed on them, laughing and shrieking as they tried not to fall off onto a random person tanning right next to the sculpture.
I watched on in envy as the models continued to pose halfway in the water, their hair wet from the previous underwater shoot. I sighed as one of them made their way to the other side of the beach on break. How I wished I could be on break right now. The sun was so hot, and the weather was too humid. Off all days to wear denim shorts and long-sleeved t-shirt. I rolled up the damp cloth clinging to my arms as a rare, cool breeze came by, blowing ever so slightly at my hair. I loved how the breeze felt against my burning skin.
“Jenna! Fix Kylie’s makeup now! I want a natural feel, not so out-of-this-world!” The director yelled at me, bringing me back to reality. I made my way over to the said model, who was sitting by the side of a tent, it seems as if she, too, could no longer stand the heat. My shoes sunk into the warm yellow silicon
Beads of sweat trickled down my face as the sweltering sun continued to beat on down on me. The waves crashing rhythmically on the shore were tempting me to enter those enticing waters to cool off. But, no. I could not. I was here for a job. A job that needed me to stand here with my heavy makeup bag and watch others have a dip in the cool waters while being photographed and filmed.
I turned round and ‘people-watched’ the by-standers who were here at the beach for a nice suntan or just to play around with their friends and family. People were lying down on their beach towels watching the waves crash. There were clumps of people hiding in the shade of the trees and umbrellas. Tents with tables and chairs lined the boardwalk, filled with people standing in line just for a cool drink, or a blast of a fan.
Art sculptures stood in a line, signifying where the high tide would reach. I remember climbing these as a child, now here I stand, watching skeptically as noisy children climbed on them, laughing and shrieking as they tried not to fall off onto a random person tanning right next to the sculpture.
I watched on in envy as the models continued to pose halfway in the water, their hair wet from the previous underwater shoot. I sighed as one of them made their way to the other side of the beach on break. How I wished I could be on break right now. The sun was so hot, and the weather was too humid. Off all days to wear denim shorts and long-sleeved t-shirt. I rolled up the damp cloth clinging to my arms as a rare, cool breeze came by, blowing ever so slightly at my hair. I loved how the breeze felt against my burning skin.
“Jenna! Fix Kylie’s makeup now! I want a natural feel, not so out-of-this-world!” The director yelled at me, bringing me back to reality. I made my way over to the said model, who was sitting by the side of a tent, it seems as if she, too, could no longer stand the heat. My shoes sunk into the warm yellow silicon