English Descriptive Writing
English Descriptive Writing
The Orphanage
The intimidating building brought terror through the walls. Moist beds from the children’s room from the endless nights of unnerving thoughts. The house represented nothing else but desperateness and loneliness.
Happiness.
The children will never achieve happiness. The house was distracting to all parents. The dull, dark walls took away the light from the depressed kids. It was like the light gave hope like a endless tunnel of loneliness with a spark of light at the end of the tunnel.
The obnoxious kids was never going to get love from a parent, they weren’t good enough, smart enough for love. But the only way to leave the place of loneliness was to have a person you loves you for who you are, the carers never gave that to them. The children were stuck in a draught of thoughts of happiness.
Night time in the orphanage time is the worst. The sun went down and the shadows scrawled in through the windows like a lion crawling for its prey. The house and the bushes outside were overgrown by the leafs. The branches were wrapping round the trees like a big hug from a loving parent which was ironic to the children inside.
Night time was also the time when most dreamt about their real parents. They were regretting there life, like it was their fault they’re in a cave of loneliness.
As soon as the sun went up the children’s hopes went up and their dreams became possible, until the carer came in and blocked the sun with his body. Reality came in like a wrecking ball to hit the kids with loneliness.
The house suffered in pain, the loneliness never left.
No wonder the children were never happy, the carers never gave them the feeling of a true home. They never received the warmth of a mother being their or their father’s companionship within them. It was like a minute they had something nice in their life then reality came them a big wakeup call like when chilly wave crashes over your face and build goose bumps on your skin.
The
The Orphanage
The intimidating building brought terror through the walls. Moist beds from the children’s room from the endless nights of unnerving thoughts. The house represented nothing else but desperateness and loneliness.
Happiness.
The children will never achieve happiness. The house was distracting to all parents. The dull, dark walls took away the light from the depressed kids. It was like the light gave hope like a endless tunnel of loneliness with a spark of light at the end of the tunnel.
The obnoxious kids was never going to get love from a parent, they weren’t good enough, smart enough for love. But the only way to leave the place of loneliness was to have a person you loves you for who you are, the carers never gave that to them. The children were stuck in a draught of thoughts of happiness.
Night time in the orphanage time is the worst. The sun went down and the shadows scrawled in through the windows like a lion crawling for its prey. The house and the bushes outside were overgrown by the leafs. The branches were wrapping round the trees like a big hug from a loving parent which was ironic to the children inside.
Night time was also the time when most dreamt about their real parents. They were regretting there life, like it was their fault they’re in a cave of loneliness.
As soon as the sun went up the children’s hopes went up and their dreams became possible, until the carer came in and blocked the sun with his body. Reality came in like a wrecking ball to hit the kids with loneliness.
The house suffered in pain, the loneliness never left.
No wonder the children were never happy, the carers never gave them the feeling of a true home. They never received the warmth of a mother being their or their father’s companionship within them. It was like a minute they had something nice in their life then reality came them a big wakeup call like when chilly wave crashes over your face and build goose bumps on your skin.
The