descriptive writing T3 W7

The trees roots are like a dress whisking the bottom of the ground. Roots quietly reach out to the murky to feast on the water, that stops them from rotting. Dark cold shadows cover parts of the dying tree, slowly devouring it to dust. The sunlight jumps through the gaps of the tree like it is a frog. The light fog is as wet as a morning dew. All living creatures hide from the devilish wind and rain, whatever is conquered is sucked back down natures throat.   

Josef Gillgren descriptive writing T3 W8

The sun shines on a river that has the appearance of a mirror with flecks of paint on it. Directly to the sides of the beautiful river. Where the sun doesn’t shine, the trees are a mess of mangled, twisted vines. As if the trees themselves were crying out in agony. The rivers on the sides look like a pits of tar and mist that wait for unwitting walkers to fall into it’s slimy clutches. The tree on the right side has splashes of baby blue, black , orange and yellow on it. In the background is a sea of greenery with gargantuan trees that seem to reach out into the cloudless, sunny , blue sky.

Nuo Descriptive Writing T3 W7

Walking on the rough road, the soil beneath is moist. Suddenly, I stopped. What I saw was stagnant water. The water was dirty and there was some duckweed. Without the duckweed, the water reflected the scene on the shore. The surrounding roots were thick and intertwined, and there was some algae hanging on them, which seemed a little frightening. The stalagmites on the ground are uneven, like shrinking peaks. Leaves rustle and sunlight falls through the gaps between the leaves, causing evaporation of water on the ground to form water vapor, adding a bit of mystery to the scene. The moss, which was dry on the trunk, was red, like a coat for the trees.

Week 7 Descriptive Writing

The bright happy sunlight struggles to find its way through the thick tree tops of the quiet forest. The delicate mirror like leaves deflect all the light leaving most of the dense forest in a dark shade of gray. There are a few patches of sunlight where the undergrowth grows thick, but most of the landscape is covered in a thick brewing swamp. The vines rap around the trees like snakes trying to strangle someone, making the trees weak. The tree roots are fingers, reaching out entwining with others, helping each other stand tall. Alone they feel small and weak. As one they feel safe and strong.

Descriptive writing week 7

The light grasps through the towering trees desperate to infect the darker gloomier depths of the forest. Bad things lurk in the midst of the twisted roots that reach out like arms clinging on to anything they feel. Some would say it’s magical, others would say it will slowly kill those brave enough to enter. This forest is an ideal spot for ambushers. Everything looks the same, everything's the same. You will be lost in minutes. Some parts of the forest are inviting, golden light seeps through the leafs. However, the back should anyone go there will never come back alive.

Emma Descriptive Writing T2 W7

As the warm sunlight rises over the magical forest, the flowers begin to spread open their petals, as they slowly wake up. The water shimmers like thousands of stars, as the light hits it's surface. Insects filling the clear air, searching for a feed, trees towering over the forest like clouds covering the sun from earth. Animals instantly coming out of their homes, ready to start another day in paradise, as the world around them awakens. The trees rapping each others arms together becoming one, as they know it's time to bloom their decorations.