A trip to the carnival
Description of a fairground
Warm rays of golden sunshine glimmered off the puddles that gathered in the gaps in the cobblestone pavement, a peaceful morning was soon to be disturbed as the cacophony of sounds started, from old rickety rides. The taste of diesel fumes burns the back of the throat of anyone who gets too close to the rickety cat and mouse ride.
Music from the vast array of rides blend to form one strange droning song over a thumping backbeat. Lively and fast, the bass vibrates through your body.
Groups of excitable toddlers caked in muck and dirt are being herded along; whilst their mothers hold onto them with a viselike grip. One lags behind, dawdling whilst gazing eagerly at the waltzers, while his mother hauls him along, with no avail
Dazzling, spinning, luminous; the lights spun round in a haze of spectrum colours, whilst teenagers girls let out high pitched screams at the top of their voices as they plunge downwards on the colossal roller coaster.
Heavenly wafts of delicious scents pour out covering the park attracting crowds from all over to the rundown dingy fast food stands made from rotting wood with faded red peeling paint reading FAST FOOD which is occupied by a balding, unhygienic, middle aged man wearing a filthy tatty shirt and bedraggled tracksuit bottoms occupying a bored look on his face.
A blue mouthed child stood bawling out as a distressed grandparent picked out all her pockets to find no money left to buy the child any more multicoloured sugar coated treats, her face is old and tired. Her eyes show the strain of years of late nights. She never smiles.
As the ride explodes with noise, blurring out everywhere, the operator yawns and throws a lever. Outside his hut the ride accelerates, then, climax over, it slows and stops, the music still blurring out. The controller stumbles out of the box and lets the people off of the ride. Some go straight to the back of the queue, others teeter off, stumbling over
Warm rays of golden sunshine glimmered off the puddles that gathered in the gaps in the cobblestone pavement, a peaceful morning was soon to be disturbed as the cacophony of sounds started, from old rickety rides. The taste of diesel fumes burns the back of the throat of anyone who gets too close to the rickety cat and mouse ride.
Music from the vast array of rides blend to form one strange droning song over a thumping backbeat. Lively and fast, the bass vibrates through your body.
Groups of excitable toddlers caked in muck and dirt are being herded along; whilst their mothers hold onto them with a viselike grip. One lags behind, dawdling whilst gazing eagerly at the waltzers, while his mother hauls him along, with no avail
Dazzling, spinning, luminous; the lights spun round in a haze of spectrum colours, whilst teenagers girls let out high pitched screams at the top of their voices as they plunge downwards on the colossal roller coaster.
Heavenly wafts of delicious scents pour out covering the park attracting crowds from all over to the rundown dingy fast food stands made from rotting wood with faded red peeling paint reading FAST FOOD which is occupied by a balding, unhygienic, middle aged man wearing a filthy tatty shirt and bedraggled tracksuit bottoms occupying a bored look on his face.
A blue mouthed child stood bawling out as a distressed grandparent picked out all her pockets to find no money left to buy the child any more multicoloured sugar coated treats, her face is old and tired. Her eyes show the strain of years of late nights. She never smiles.
As the ride explodes with noise, blurring out everywhere, the operator yawns and throws a lever. Outside his hut the ride accelerates, then, climax over, it slows and stops, the music still blurring out. The controller stumbles out of the box and lets the people off of the ride. Some go straight to the back of the queue, others teeter off, stumbling over