Sutton Descriptive Writing

Sutton was didn’t play by the rules, she made her own. When being the princess of the small, rainy town of Dawn’s Creek, that was just how she grew up. She wasn’t nice, she wasn’t caring, but she sure does love a challenge.

Friday night at around 6 o’clock, when the ground was wet and the air was full of moisture but nothing fell from the sky was when she first heard the sound. The sound was like when the sun breaks the the fluffy grey clouds and it brings light even on the darkest of days. The sound was sweet lemonade on the hottest day of summer where the sun beats down on your skin and you can feel the heat creeping into your skin. It was the sound that brought Sutton into state where she felt a need, a must to find the origin of the sound.
When the sound was at it’s loudest, Sutton looked up from the wet roads and saw where one of her friends house should be had been replaced by a small pond. The ponds water was a sparkling blue, a blue that never showed in the small town. It sparkled with light and laughter. On the edged of the small body of water stood trees that had bark of white, a type of tree that didn’t grow anywhere near here, Sutton noted, and had bright green leaves that danced in the small wind that went by. The water and the trees wasn’t what was making the sweet sound, it was coming from the small fall of water that leaked out from the small pile of rocks. The water slowly flowed to the pond, making small ripples appear from it.

Sutton, unknowing of what she was doing, walked around the body of water and walked into the waterfall. As she walked into the water she also noted she was dry when she stepped out the other side. Where more rocks should have stood, it had been replaced by green. The greens danced and blending and formed into a mossy room where small people, if she could call them that, danced. On the heads of the dancing things where flowers that couldn’t be real. Some of the colours where colours she had never seen before. Everything about that room felt