“It’s been a while since I’ve been to the city park. I can still remember the dusty paths around the park scurried by squirrels and the smell of the profusion of ghost white daisies that line the red brick borders of the park. Warm rays of sunlight, which passed through the gaps made by the branches of the trees, used to comfort me when I sit on the low benches beside the fountain. The flowing water sounded like a symphony of cascading rain. I even remember the time when I snuck up the lone willow tree at the park’s center to steal some sweet-tasting honey from the beehive. But everything’s gone now…”
“She was an angel. Her eyes were deep blue oceans, sclera as white as snow. Her skin, smooth as glass; her lips, luscious as red cherries. The fragrance of wilt roses dance around her body…I am never to hear her lovely voice again.”
An old forest, stretching from East to West end, sprawled over the Yellow Brick Road. The verdant trees, which seem to be from ancient times, towered up to the sky, clouds meeting their canopy. Grayish-brown squirrels scurry around the trees' mighty trunks. Rocks piles sat still seemingly watching the lone brook wash away its crystal blue waters.
I took effortless steps across the arid Sahara Desert; I am used to the rough rocks which line the path and the lumpy sand that go through my feet. I grabbed a handful of sand and felt its grainy smudge.
It was Spring that day. I knew it was because of the fragrant twist of floral scent from the blossoms, alluring the deer and the sweet-tasting, gooey honey gathered by the foul-smelling honeybees.
The thunderclouds swarmed overhead the mountaintops. Lightning crackles across the country with a loud BOOM! The townspeople screamed and shrieked in fear as they ran for their lives.
The graceful night sky spread across the earth like a vast blue blanket. Stars twinkled as they were scattered onto the dark sheets of misty light. The soft purity of clouds echoed lightning bolts which smelled of fire.The air tasted funny; something will happen this peaceful night.
alfredsymon wrote:Stella's right, describing what actually happens can give a good point. Don't settle with all the emotions!
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