Sunday, August 10, 2014

My descriptive writing

I am on a tropical island near the Equator with glistening , clear and warm water lapping gently against the shore. Dark green trees stand out against the blue of the sky.
I can smell the sweet smell of ripe fruit on the trees mixed with the smell of the salty sea.
I stroll to a tropical bar and get a smoothie. It tastes great.
Feeling refreshed I get some coconut.
Back at the beach … CRACK! Lightning strikes. It’s a hurricane and it is heading fir land!
I get a plane home before it hits.

The news says it is all Crash! Bang! Crack! for the poor island.

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