Directions: Write a pair of descriptions of a place that you know well. The first description should be simple and straightforward. In the second description, develop a specific tone for your description.   These are 2 descriptions of my room, please let me know what you think.   Description #1 The room was old but it had been repainted and decorated which gave it a fresh look. The nightstand which had books piled underneath it stood next to the bed, leaving a tiny space between to walk.  The west wall was covered with cards, old magazine covers, and pieces of paper  that had no meaning except to the occupant of the room that were taped up all over.  the bulletin board with it’s photos and drawings, was  filled to it’s limit. Right next to the door was the closest filled with cloths that the owner had outgrown. Underneath the double windows  on the north side that were 80 some years old,  was an old desk from a torn-down schoolhouse, and a dressing table that was a wedding gift to the wife  of the house  from her  husband (there wasn’t enough space their room). On the East side, underneath the shelf covered with varying objects from Derby cars to a porcelain doll, was a chest of drawers with a Beading project, a pile of CDs, and old school books on stacked on top. Next to that is was Cedar Chest that holds the occupant’s Special things- a baby blanket, pictures of her in a Wedding dress, a special stuffed animal, T-shirts with Signatures of people she probably won’t see again, and many other special things. Next to the chest was a well-made bed, with horses on the comforter, and a gigantic stuffed white dog next to the pillow with a book resting in it’s lap.

Description #2 I wearily stumbled into my room at the end of the hall, it had been a long, strenuous day, and I was exhausted.  As I reached the threshold the familiar scent of wood smoke drifting through the air vents pervaded the room mixing with the fragrance of my perfume and the faint, homey smell of my cedar chest. I sighed. It was so nice to be back into the warm safety of my room.   I decided that I could spare an appreciative glance around the simple room: There was  the nightstand with some of  my favorite books piled underneath, it stood next to The bed, leaving a tiny space between to walk. I smiled to myself; there would be no possibility of me getting lost in the dark.   The west  wall was covered  with cards, old magazine covers,  and pieces of paper  That had no meaning except to me. Next to that collage was my bulletin board with its photos and drawings, filled to its limit, yet still constantly growing. Right next to the door in which I stood was the closest filled with cloths that  were on they’re way back to Chelsea, since I had  out-gown them.  I shook my head, remembering that I had to sort and bag those later.   Underneath the double windows on the north side that were 80 some years old,  was the familiar old desk that would  barely fit a text-book on it’s small surface, and a dressing table that was a wedding gift to my Mama from Papa (there isn’t enough space their room). On the east side, underneath a shelf covered with varying objects from Derby cars to a porcelain doll, is chest of drawers with A beading project, a pile of county, oldies, and Christian CDs and old school books stacked on top. Next to that is my Cedar Chest which  holds all of my Special things- my baby blanket, pictures of me in a Wedding dress, my special stuffed animal, T-shirts with Signatures of people I probably won’t see again, and many other special things. On top of that is the space where my purse and bible reside.   Beside the beautiful red-cinnamon brown chest is my well made bed, with wild Quarter horses running across the comforter. I couldn’t help but giggle thinking that whoever designed it must not have know much about horses, however the comforter was still charming, which is why I had chosen  it. At the head of my welcoming bed was my huge stuffed dog, Marshmallow (don’t ask about the name and don’t laugh!) who had been a present from my uncle when I was little, with my current reading sitting in his lap. I made a mental note to add to my reading list as it was getting low.   The warmth of the room was relaxing and I gladly curled up against my oversized dog to read and finally fall into a blissful sleep before being cruelly awoken by my heartless alarm clock only too soon.

Directions: Write a pair of descriptions of a place that you know well. The first description should be simple and straightforward. In the second description, develop a specific tone for your description.   These are 2 descriptions of my room, please let me know what you think.   Description #1 The room was old but it had been repainted and decorated which gave it a fresh look. The nightstand which had books piled underneath it stood next to the bed, leaving a tiny space between to walk.  The west wall was covered with cards, old magazine covers, and pieces of paper  that had no meaning except to the occupant of the room that were taped up all over.  the bulletin board with it’s photos and drawings, was  filled to it’s limit. Right next to the door was the closest filled with cloths that the owner had outgrown. Underneath the double windows  on the north side that were 80 some years old,  was an old desk from a torn-down schoolhouse, and a dressing table that was a wedding gift to the wife  of the house  from her  husband (there wasn’t enough space their room). On the East side, underneath the shelf covered with varying objects from Derby cars to a porcelain doll, was a chest of drawers with a Beading project, a pile of CDs, and old school books on stacked on top. Next to that is was Cedar Chest that holds the occupant’s Special things- a baby blanket, pictures of her in a Wedding dress, a special stuffed animal, T-shirts with Signatures of people she probably won’t see again, and many other special things. Next to the chest was a well-made bed, with horses on the comforter, and a gigantic stuffed white dog next to the pillow with a book resting in it’s lap.

Description #2 I wearily stumbled into my room at the end of the hall, it had been a long, strenuous day, and I was exhausted.  As I reached the threshold the familiar scent of wood smoke drifting through the air vents pervaded the room mixing with the fragrance of my perfume and the faint, homey smell of my cedar chest. I sighed. It was so nice to be back into the warm safety of my room.   I decided that I could spare an appreciative glance around the simple room: There was  the nightstand with some of  my favorite books piled underneath, it stood next to The bed, leaving a tiny space between to walk. I smiled to myself; there would be no possibility of me getting lost in the dark.   The west  wall was covered  with cards, old magazine covers,  and pieces of paper  That had no meaning except to me. Next to that collage was my bulletin board with its photos and drawings, filled to its limit, yet still constantly growing. Right next to the door in which I stood was the closest filled with cloths that  were on they’re way back to Chelsea, since I had  out-gown them.  I shook my head, remembering that I had to sort and bag those later.   Underneath the double windows on the north side that were 80 some years old,  was the familiar old desk that would  barely fit a text-book on it’s small surface, and a dressing table that was a wedding gift to my Mama from Papa (there isn’t enough space their room). On the east side, underneath a shelf covered with varying objects from Derby cars to a porcelain doll, is chest of drawers with A beading project, a pile of county, oldies, and Christian CDs and old school books stacked on top. Next to that is my Cedar Chest which  holds all of my Special things- my baby blanket, pictures of me in a Wedding dress, my special stuffed animal, T-shirts with Signatures of people I probably won’t see again, and many other special things. On top of that is the space where my purse and bible reside.   Beside the beautiful red-cinnamon brown chest is my well made bed, with wild Quarter horses running across the comforter. I couldn’t help but giggle thinking that whoever designed it must not have know much about horses, however the comforter was still charming, which is why I had chosen  it. At the head of my welcoming bed was my huge stuffed dog, Marshmallow (don’t ask about the name and don’t laugh!) who had been a present from my uncle when I was little, with my current reading sitting in his lap. I made a mental note to add to my reading list as it was getting low.   The warmth of the room was relaxing and I gladly curled up against my oversized dog to read and finally fall into a blissful sleep before being cruelly awoken by my heartless alarm clock only too soon.