ANOTHER descriptive writing paragraph, I really like doing them.
A vague, dusty cloud sweeps over the desert, into the ocean. A storm, but no ordinary storm. A gale of wind sweeps sand right off the earth, propelling them skyward, blowing angrily into the faces of many a weary traveller. This mess of dust stings the throat and burns the eyes. In this unrelenting tempest, most try to find shelter and wish this horrible debacle to be over. Like an unstoppable force, huge in grandeur and size, it moves with almost the sort of craftiness known only to living things.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
The Tempest
Another descriptive paragraph. This time, about a volcano.
Boom! A rumbling volcano erupts violently, spewing red-orange lava and stone sky-high. A column of black smoke, endlessly churning, engulfs the peaceful countryside. The char-filled air is rank with the stinging scent of brimstone. A deafening roar is booming across the land. The deep sound is produced by rocks desperately yielding to the great power of this event. The explosion of lava is a mighty monolith of burning blackness — forever pounding against earth and open sky. In all this land, the power of this volcano is unmatched and always respected, even feared. This tempest of fire and smoke shall only cease when it decides to.
Boom! A rumbling volcano erupts violently, spewing red-orange lava and stone sky-high. A column of black smoke, endlessly churning, engulfs the peaceful countryside. The char-filled air is rank with the stinging scent of brimstone. A deafening roar is booming across the land. The deep sound is produced by rocks desperately yielding to the great power of this event. The explosion of lava is a mighty monolith of burning blackness — forever pounding against earth and open sky. In all this land, the power of this volcano is unmatched and always respected, even feared. This tempest of fire and smoke shall only cease when it decides to.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Lone Rider
This is a story I wrote in class, they gave me a picture, and I had to write a very descriptive sentence about said picture.
The lone rider and his tenacious and faithful stallion galloped fearlessly along the empty, grassy plain, beside treacherous waters. The misty sky hid a golden sunset, and the horse's hooves, that pounded the earth with power matched only by the roaring ocean, could be heard a mile away. A salty smell lingered in the damp, sea air and, as the horse ran, he threw a wild tempest of dust in his wake. The stalwart rider was shrouded in creeping shadows from the retiring sunlight, as he journeys tirelessly toward his destination.
The lone rider and his tenacious and faithful stallion galloped fearlessly along the empty, grassy plain, beside treacherous waters. The misty sky hid a golden sunset, and the horse's hooves, that pounded the earth with power matched only by the roaring ocean, could be heard a mile away. A salty smell lingered in the damp, sea air and, as the horse ran, he threw a wild tempest of dust in his wake. The stalwart rider was shrouded in creeping shadows from the retiring sunlight, as he journeys tirelessly toward his destination.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
March
This is the introduction of Vancouver in Trouble 3.
It has begun.
As scores of demons stampeded across the windswept mesa, Rowscar felt very proud of himself. He had begun what his master intended to finish, and with a great crushing blow...
But then the wretched celestials came and interrupted his plan.
As rays of light began to seep through the thick cloud cover, Rowscar knew immediatly what was coming. Suddenly, the clouds seemed to "dissapear" and instead a great mass of pure light was there in the sky, just hovering. It churned and shone constantly, even though the doom of this world was imminent, it seemed to shine with a holy purpose. The stars and the moon seemed to grow a little brighter with it's coming. Even the trees and the earth itself shone with a mystic light. There was a shudder, deep in the earth. Rowscar trembled when he felt it. His master sensed the great being in the sky, and he was angry. All of the demons then looked up, their puny brains unable to comprehend the scene expanding above them. They were made to destroy, to slash and bite with their sharp limbs. Some of the younger demons collapsed from the bright light, but most stood their ground. They screeched and growled at the massive being shining in the sky. It appeared not unlike a very small sun, round and never able to be still. But this thing, unlike a sun, shone a pure, white light. It seeped into every dark crevace and cave, illuminating the whole of the plain. Although it sent shock for a few seconds, Rowscar urged the demons on. Their plan must not fail due to these creatures. Rowscar roared with such fierceness then even the younger demons awoke from their stupor and continued onward. The master will deal with this thing, he thought. As if his thoughts were heard, the thing in then sky shone even brighter.
But not for long.
The light seemed to, very slowly, grow fainter. Then, a deafening crash of rock on rock as the earth split open, and a purple smoke arose from whithin it. The demons didn't seem to mind that the ground underneath their feet threatened to fall into the chasm, they went onward.
The smoke seemed to move onto the land, making a faint shape. Rowscar observed it. He knew what it was. From inside them smoke materialized a being of such horror, it was cloaked in a purple robe, a hood partially over it's head. It seemed humanoid, but it was far from human. It's skin seemed to be dark purple in color. Strange tentacles emerged from it's face. It did not have a mouth, in it's place were three huge tentacles. It did not have a nose either, but it's eyes were blue. A very light, piercing blue that seemed to see right through you. On the top of it's head was a large scale that, under the hood, looked like a cone. But, underneath the robe, it glowed faintly red. One of it's arms was definetley longer that the other. The longer one was an octopus' tentacle, wrapped around a large mallet. The shorter one was some deformed hand that seemed to be dripping ooze. It had two long legs, on the end of which were what seemed to be large cone-shaped plates. This thing was very tall, about 8 feet 4 inches. Rowscar was very happy to see it, yet frightened at how this thing will respond to the light in the sky. The thing grinned, if you call a displacement of it's mouth tentacles a grin. Then it seemed to cough up something, a large wad of mucus was now held in it's smaller hand. Then, he screeched. it was a horrible, deafening, garbled sound emenating from it's mouth. Rowscar winced. Master can be strange sometimes, he thought, then stopped himself. If master wasn't busy, he might've heard that. But, master did hear it, and he was not amused.
Rowscar felt an invisible tentacle wrap around his neck and lift him up. He was horrified at how this event would turn out. He heard a voice in his head." Once more..." and it was not his voice. Also, it knew that it did not have to complete the statement. Rowscar got the message just fine. The tentacle released him, and he fell back down. He got back up just in time to see Master raising his hand and a long bolt of pure darkness coming from it and speeding towards the center of the celestial in the sky. When it made contact, nothing happened at first, but them black splotches appeared on the surface of the being in the sky. it spread quickly, like a disease. Soon, the whole ball stopped shining. The demons looked up once again. The black matter hardened, and it became heavy as iron.
It was an amazing sight. A gigantic metal ball speeding towards earth . It was flawlessly round. When it impacted the ground, 10 miles away, it disintegrated into sand whithin seconds. If you had not seen it, it would seem as if someone just dumped some sand on the ground there. The rift in the earth slowly closed, and, once again, if you had not seen it, it would seem as if nothing had happened. The master rose from the ground and soon he was hovering at cloud level, then, he was gone. Poof. Into the clouds. The demons once again tried to figure out what had happened, but most of them decided better on it, and continued their march.
Rowscar felt very proud of himself. He had begun what his master intended to finish, and with a great crushing blow...
They would rule once again.
It has begun.
As scores of demons stampeded across the windswept mesa, Rowscar felt very proud of himself. He had begun what his master intended to finish, and with a great crushing blow...
But then the wretched celestials came and interrupted his plan.
As rays of light began to seep through the thick cloud cover, Rowscar knew immediatly what was coming. Suddenly, the clouds seemed to "dissapear" and instead a great mass of pure light was there in the sky, just hovering. It churned and shone constantly, even though the doom of this world was imminent, it seemed to shine with a holy purpose. The stars and the moon seemed to grow a little brighter with it's coming. Even the trees and the earth itself shone with a mystic light. There was a shudder, deep in the earth. Rowscar trembled when he felt it. His master sensed the great being in the sky, and he was angry. All of the demons then looked up, their puny brains unable to comprehend the scene expanding above them. They were made to destroy, to slash and bite with their sharp limbs. Some of the younger demons collapsed from the bright light, but most stood their ground. They screeched and growled at the massive being shining in the sky. It appeared not unlike a very small sun, round and never able to be still. But this thing, unlike a sun, shone a pure, white light. It seeped into every dark crevace and cave, illuminating the whole of the plain. Although it sent shock for a few seconds, Rowscar urged the demons on. Their plan must not fail due to these creatures. Rowscar roared with such fierceness then even the younger demons awoke from their stupor and continued onward. The master will deal with this thing, he thought. As if his thoughts were heard, the thing in then sky shone even brighter.
But not for long.
The light seemed to, very slowly, grow fainter. Then, a deafening crash of rock on rock as the earth split open, and a purple smoke arose from whithin it. The demons didn't seem to mind that the ground underneath their feet threatened to fall into the chasm, they went onward.
The smoke seemed to move onto the land, making a faint shape. Rowscar observed it. He knew what it was. From inside them smoke materialized a being of such horror, it was cloaked in a purple robe, a hood partially over it's head. It seemed humanoid, but it was far from human. It's skin seemed to be dark purple in color. Strange tentacles emerged from it's face. It did not have a mouth, in it's place were three huge tentacles. It did not have a nose either, but it's eyes were blue. A very light, piercing blue that seemed to see right through you. On the top of it's head was a large scale that, under the hood, looked like a cone. But, underneath the robe, it glowed faintly red. One of it's arms was definetley longer that the other. The longer one was an octopus' tentacle, wrapped around a large mallet. The shorter one was some deformed hand that seemed to be dripping ooze. It had two long legs, on the end of which were what seemed to be large cone-shaped plates. This thing was very tall, about 8 feet 4 inches. Rowscar was very happy to see it, yet frightened at how this thing will respond to the light in the sky. The thing grinned, if you call a displacement of it's mouth tentacles a grin. Then it seemed to cough up something, a large wad of mucus was now held in it's smaller hand. Then, he screeched. it was a horrible, deafening, garbled sound emenating from it's mouth. Rowscar winced. Master can be strange sometimes, he thought, then stopped himself. If master wasn't busy, he might've heard that. But, master did hear it, and he was not amused.
Rowscar felt an invisible tentacle wrap around his neck and lift him up. He was horrified at how this event would turn out. He heard a voice in his head." Once more..." and it was not his voice. Also, it knew that it did not have to complete the statement. Rowscar got the message just fine. The tentacle released him, and he fell back down. He got back up just in time to see Master raising his hand and a long bolt of pure darkness coming from it and speeding towards the center of the celestial in the sky. When it made contact, nothing happened at first, but them black splotches appeared on the surface of the being in the sky. it spread quickly, like a disease. Soon, the whole ball stopped shining. The demons looked up once again. The black matter hardened, and it became heavy as iron.
It was an amazing sight. A gigantic metal ball speeding towards earth . It was flawlessly round. When it impacted the ground, 10 miles away, it disintegrated into sand whithin seconds. If you had not seen it, it would seem as if someone just dumped some sand on the ground there. The rift in the earth slowly closed, and, once again, if you had not seen it, it would seem as if nothing had happened. The master rose from the ground and soon he was hovering at cloud level, then, he was gone. Poof. Into the clouds. The demons once again tried to figure out what had happened, but most of them decided better on it, and continued their march.
Rowscar felt very proud of himself. He had begun what his master intended to finish, and with a great crushing blow...
They would rule once again.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Droplet
This little story has gotten a lot of people's attention.
Once upon a time, there was a little clear drop of dew desperately clinging to the end of a fern one rainy, cold early spring morning. This little droplet clung to this fern for dear life, while observing it's comrades hang beside him, and many unknown droplets resembling him falling very quickly from the Up. Now this little clear droplet had no idea how it had gotten there, how it had been created, or what would become of it. All it knew was that it had been a part of a huge misty mass floating in the Up. But for this tiny moment, it cherished it's singularity, being on it's own, being unique, hanging there alone. In this tiny moment, it felt no fear at all, clinging to that fern, before falling and becoming a part of the puddle with all of his comrades once more.
Once upon a time, there was a little clear drop of dew desperately clinging to the end of a fern one rainy, cold early spring morning. This little droplet clung to this fern for dear life, while observing it's comrades hang beside him, and many unknown droplets resembling him falling very quickly from the Up. Now this little clear droplet had no idea how it had gotten there, how it had been created, or what would become of it. All it knew was that it had been a part of a huge misty mass floating in the Up. But for this tiny moment, it cherished it's singularity, being on it's own, being unique, hanging there alone. In this tiny moment, it felt no fear at all, clinging to that fern, before falling and becoming a part of the puddle with all of his comrades once more.
Bear
Here's one of my favorite bear poems that I made
Me, sleeping
Late at night
Tucked under the covers
In the faint summer's light
Suddenly, I
Hear something downstairs
Scared out of my wits
I think "Bears!"
I creep down the stairs
As quietly as I could
I peer 'round the corner
A bear with a hood!
It was standing upright
As clear as can be
Suddenly I could see
He had an injured left knee
Now, if I could tell you
How strange it was
It was about as unreal as
The wizard of oz
This bear had an intention
Though I didn't know what
It lumbered to the freezer
And opened it up
He got something
As I could see
He fondled the ice-cream
Then he looked at me
As I looked closer
I saw what I saw
It was my dad
All bulky and tall
I knew it wasn't a bear
Just a family member
Why I assumed a bear though
I cannot remember
Now that I caught my dad
Stealing the ice-cream
He smiled innocently
Then the first sun beam!
I thought
Hey, it's not morning yet
Then I woke up
Dreaming, I bet
Now that's the story
All said and done
I think it's brilliant
I think I won!
Me, sleeping
Late at night
Tucked under the covers
In the faint summer's light
Suddenly, I
Hear something downstairs
Scared out of my wits
I think "Bears!"
I creep down the stairs
As quietly as I could
I peer 'round the corner
A bear with a hood!
It was standing upright
As clear as can be
Suddenly I could see
He had an injured left knee
Now, if I could tell you
How strange it was
It was about as unreal as
The wizard of oz
This bear had an intention
Though I didn't know what
It lumbered to the freezer
And opened it up
He got something
As I could see
He fondled the ice-cream
Then he looked at me
As I looked closer
I saw what I saw
It was my dad
All bulky and tall
I knew it wasn't a bear
Just a family member
Why I assumed a bear though
I cannot remember
Now that I caught my dad
Stealing the ice-cream
He smiled innocently
Then the first sun beam!
I thought
Hey, it's not morning yet
Then I woke up
Dreaming, I bet
Now that's the story
All said and done
I think it's brilliant
I think I won!
Dodo
On the topic of dodos, here's a short poem.
Big Claws
Sharp teeth
The dodo is uniquely sleek
A giant array
Of pompous feathers
The dodo is better than the betters
Upon his head
A mighty fine hat
And a tux on a dodo is a sight at that
Dancing, doing
a mighty fine jig
Or maybe he should just war a wig
Even with
A flightless wing
To fly all he has to do is FLING!
Big Claws
Sharp teeth
The dodo is uniquely sleek
A giant array
Of pompous feathers
The dodo is better than the betters
Upon his head
A mighty fine hat
And a tux on a dodo is a sight at that
Dancing, doing
a mighty fine jig
Or maybe he should just war a wig
Even with
A flightless wing
To fly all he has to do is FLING!
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
The Cricket's Chirp
I made up this short story about how the cricket got it's chirp.
Cricket lived by the oak tree. He was very wise, but he could not talk. All of the other animals knew of his wisdom, but were unable to understand him. Cricket tried many things. He went out into the meadow one day and took a few blades of grass. He tried gesturing to his friends, but still they remained confused. One day he was jumping along the riverbank, desperately searching for a method of communication. Suddenly, his leg got caught under some falling rocks. as he attempted to free himself, by chance his legs had rubbed together. A faint chirrup sound emerged. Cricket was caught by surprise. Beetle, who was basking nearby, heard the cricket and came to his rescue. When they returned to the old oak tree, the cricket tried rubbing his legs together once more. A beautiful loud chirrup sound came out. All the other animals gathered around Cricket to hear him chirp. And to this day, Beetle and Cricket have always been friends, and Cricket is most proud of his chirp.
Cricket lived by the oak tree. He was very wise, but he could not talk. All of the other animals knew of his wisdom, but were unable to understand him. Cricket tried many things. He went out into the meadow one day and took a few blades of grass. He tried gesturing to his friends, but still they remained confused. One day he was jumping along the riverbank, desperately searching for a method of communication. Suddenly, his leg got caught under some falling rocks. as he attempted to free himself, by chance his legs had rubbed together. A faint chirrup sound emerged. Cricket was caught by surprise. Beetle, who was basking nearby, heard the cricket and came to his rescue. When they returned to the old oak tree, the cricket tried rubbing his legs together once more. A beautiful loud chirrup sound came out. All the other animals gathered around Cricket to hear him chirp. And to this day, Beetle and Cricket have always been friends, and Cricket is most proud of his chirp.
An Ode To The Grizzy
This is a poem I made up when I was doing a project on grizzlies.
Grizzled mane
Sharp teeth
Ruler of the top of the world
Very large
A living tank
Those who oppose him might get hurled
Fierce
And fuzzy too
His coat is slick, sleek, and new
When summer comes
He finds a mate
Then, a baby bear, or two
Standing up
He's really tall
Then a deep sleep hibernation
To tell the truth
They're the biggest
Carnivore in all the nation
When they hunt
It's sad
When they eat what's in your nest
But it must happen
Or else
Deer would be the best
So show some respect
That's all they want
For us to realize
That bears being
All mean and such
Are just a bunch of lies!
Grizzled mane
Sharp teeth
Ruler of the top of the world
Very large
A living tank
Those who oppose him might get hurled
Fierce
And fuzzy too
His coat is slick, sleek, and new
When summer comes
He finds a mate
Then, a baby bear, or two
Standing up
He's really tall
Then a deep sleep hibernation
To tell the truth
They're the biggest
Carnivore in all the nation
When they hunt
It's sad
When they eat what's in your nest
But it must happen
Or else
Deer would be the best
So show some respect
That's all they want
For us to realize
That bears being
All mean and such
Are just a bunch of lies!
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