Descriptive Writing – The forest. [pic] A crisp winter morning and there was a frosty chill in the air. A sweet surrendering scent of the moist morning dew that cascades all around the sublime forest. The mixed cool autumn leaves from the tall trees lay scattered on the forest floor; they were in the motion of turning a brittle brown. There was the sound of shattered glass that emphasised the leaves being crunched‚ as if you were to step on them‚ pushing their papery remains deep into the
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largest beast‚ and none had remained. Wandering through a thicket‚ the hunter felt unnerved as every primal instinct urged him to run. He was a seasoned visitor to this forest‚ explorer of it’s secrets for decades‚ but today it was a different‚ silent world. It was as if a long-time friend had become a total stranger. The hunter stepped on a stray tree branch‚ his first misstep in almost half a century. The sound
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I was disappearing again. I could feel it. I could feel the sterile white walls slowly sucking all the colour out of my skin. I could tell that the iron bars covering my window were slathering at the curve of my body. They were tired of always having to stand up straight; they too were slowly taking a part of me. They were taking my outline. The fluorescent light was burning the colour from my hair and the whispers were carrying it away strand by strand. I screamed and screamed for them to stop
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but not me. I had received a gold invitation earlier in the day specifying to meet at this alleyway. Standing in front of the alleyway‚ I was wearing a navy blue hooded cape‚ but I was dressed like Katniss from the Hunger Games. I had narrowed it down to who had sent me the invitation‚ but there was only one person who I know that would send this. His name is Jonas‚ or known as the Lancer. Jonas seems like a sane person‚ but deep down he’s really a psychopath. Walking into the alleyway‚ I carefully
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high I will be there‚ reminding you that you killed me when you were high. When you drink to suppress the pain of my death. I will be there telling you there is no escape. I’m everywhere and nowhere at the same time.” Eris whispered knowing that Leda hated that whisper. Leda could not handle the whispers. The slight lisp in Eris’ voice when she spoke. “ Why can’t you just die already. I pushed you off of the building just die.” Leda screamed. “ You know I can’t do that Leda. I only
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involvement in the First World War began after The British Empire entered the war against Germany on August 4‚ 1914 . When The Great War broke out‚ it was welcomed with great enthusiasm in Australia and many young men were rushing to sign up and to take arms. Having in mind that Australia was part of the British Empire‚ the moment Great Britain entered the war Australia became part of the conflict. Prior to looking back at the motives and numbers of Australia’s involvement in WWI‚ I would like just to
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Analyzation of Two Poems Melinda Polom September 12‚ 2013 I will first be giving to you‚ my analyzation of the short poem‚ titled‚ "First Fig"‚ written by author‚ Edna St. Vincent Millay‚ who was born in the year of 1892‚ and died in the year of 1950. I am at first‚ making the assumption that‚ when the author is speaking about a candle‚ which "burns at both ends"‚ that she must be comparing a candle‚ and the "light that it gives out”‚ using the candle‚ as a symbol‚ or as a “representative”
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grasping tightly my withering frozen hand‚ my petrified newly wed wife clung on for protection. It was pitch dark on a cold foggy night in the mid days of December. We were in search of somewhere to rest our staggering and lost bodies. My wife and I had been walking for miles through this never ending cursed old forest. Every step we made on the thin and almost transparent layer of snow had a sudden fall and we heard the snap‚ crackle and crumble of the lanky branches‚ crisp leaves and woodlouse
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My heart ached more than my broken leg as I stared at the trophy across from the gym‚ mocking me‚ telling me I wasn’t good enough. The doctor said he wasn’t sure if I would be able to play in the state championship‚ but I sure earned it‚ the team needed me. I got up using my crutches as a guide‚ and walked across the room‚ to the face of the trophy that made me the most nervous‚ then looked at the basketball hoop south of it. My baby sat their all sad and lonely‚ like he hasn’t seen me in years‚
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……… I leant forward and took a whiff of the delicate poison. Its pungent smell burnt my nostrils and made my eyes water. I could almost feel the scorching sensation of it trickling down my throat. The sky modelled my affection for the vile drink he held in his hand; a thick crimson cloud obscuring from my view what I sought - light. Another approach to my predicament seemed impossible. -“Come on then! Take a swig‚” said James. “It’ll be good for ya!” Of course I knew this was complete
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