This week will be a final review on descriptive writing. I'll post one descriptive essay per day. Hopefully it'll be a great help! Just to clarify, all of the prompts I use are past paper prompts, so I can guarantee that you'll see prompts similar to these on test day.
Describe a noisy group of people passing by, and your thoughts and feelings about them at
the time. [25]
Ah. As the cool mist blessed my face with the scent of towering pine trees and a breeze carried sweet, honey-combed flavour into my head, I sighed a sigh of relief, the blue jays ecstatically agreeing with my satisfaction, like a child sucking silently on a lollipop, enjoying every heavy, luxurious lick. They chirped a mellifluous tune, but suddenly stopped. A garbled up, static radio announcement put on full blast, their chatter was incessant. A shout and then bursts of laughter erupted and broke through the silence, like nails scratching the chalkboard in a silent yet studious classroom. I, the teacher, snapped my head around and narrowed my eyes disapprovingly, searching for those responsible.
Flashing their bright red iPhones, dancing like incomprehensible hooligans to the screeching, grating “tunes,” emitting like radioactive material, I could only stare in disbelief. Their soft, artificially sun-tanned skin stood in stark contrast to the coarse crumbly gravel that is Earth. Their feet pounded restlessly. Their eyes scanned meaninglessly. Their minds were consumed. Now, I could only look at them in a sort of pity. They were overtaken by machines, never to experience true life. They were piglets on a bacon farm, unaware of what lay ahead.
Describe a noisy group of people passing by, and your thoughts and feelings about them at
the time. [25]
Ah. As the cool mist blessed my face with the scent of towering pine trees and a breeze carried sweet, honey-combed flavour into my head, I sighed a sigh of relief, the blue jays ecstatically agreeing with my satisfaction, like a child sucking silently on a lollipop, enjoying every heavy, luxurious lick. They chirped a mellifluous tune, but suddenly stopped. A garbled up, static radio announcement put on full blast, their chatter was incessant. A shout and then bursts of laughter erupted and broke through the silence, like nails scratching the chalkboard in a silent yet studious classroom. I, the teacher, snapped my head around and narrowed my eyes disapprovingly, searching for those responsible.
Sniffing the air, trying to escape the noise (as frustrating as a beeping alarm), I instantly detected a foul, stinky odor, and repulsed as I was, gagged. Bleh! Was it the the disgusting smell of sticky, orange-fingered cheetos? Or the sweat and mold coming from the “hikers” grub covered, musty old boots? I’d have to stray a mile away in order to banish that scent, like staying away from a aggressive skunk. They pushed fiercely through the heavy, bushy green foliage, destroying the delicate, soft nature in their path with rough and careless strokes, with the energy (and demeanour) of over excited clowns. I groaned and nodded my head in disbelief, my blood boiling and anger thumping in my head.
Immovable as an elephant, yet disruptive as hooting monkeys, they stopped to stare at a frightened and beautiful deer. Pointing and nodding at it, their camera shutters were loudspeakers, clicking away without regard or respect. They were as loquacious as little, spoilt children, moving quickly from one thing to the next, discarding each one from their thoughts much like they hastily threw the crinkly wrappers of their sugar-hyped, saturated, and abnormally hot pink pop tarts on the natural, sacred earth. As I bent low, picking up their mess, balling the trash angrily up my fists, they sniggered at me like I was the school janitor, and I, in return, glared at them, my eyes piercing daggers into their souls. I pursed my lips. I crossed my arms. I took hate from the deepest pits of my heart and hurled it straight at them.
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