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Here are some descriptive pieces that I would like to share:Animal: She was small, small and wobbly. When she tried to stand, she fell. Her mother nudged her, a gentle reminder that she could do this. The filly know she must stand up. She tried hard, her sides heaving, her golden pelt shining. Finally, she stood and lifted her head in triumph, every gleaming piece of fur saying she was proud of herself.
Person: An old fashiond snow maiden was she. Her yellow hair fell across her shoulders, bouncing when she walked. Blue eyes sparkled on the face, and a youthful smile showed on her lips. Her walk was quick, brisk, as if she was late for tea. Anyone who looked at her would know her heart was full of joy and her burdens light.
THIS IS MY FAVORITE! Place: It was a beautiful country, with grass growing wild and bluebells, buttercups, and white roses dotting the lucious green. Off to all the sides were earth-born mountains. Snow stood on there tips, though it was spring down there. A small village sat in the middle of the land. There were about thirteen houses in all, with thatched roofs and bussy people running in and out. Children lay in the grass, watching the cloudless sky.
Animal: A cat sat on a fence, her eyes unblinking. Her black fur sat montienless. Suddenly, she sprang up, as if she heard a dog coming at her. As soon as it happened, though, the puss relaxed, and walked along the fence until she jumped down. A look of satisfaction played on her lips. She slinked away and blended in with the night, and that was the last we saw of her.
Person: There he sat, reading. His gaze fell upon the book and never came up out of it, intence. His head was slightly bent over it, his black rimmed hat broad. His mouth was serious, but a smile danced in his sea green eyes.
Place: A city filled with tall skyscrapers; gray and shining in the sun. It's paved roads busy with honking cars. People walking on the sidewalks clad in in-style fashions.l The clouds are low and foggy. Stores line the streets and advertisments are everywhere. I MADE THE SENTENCES QUICK IN THIS ONE TO MATCH THE PACE OF THE CITY; QUICK, BREATHLESS, EXT.
Thing: A small statue of a horse sits on a ceaderwood desk. His front two legs are lifted, which makes him rearing. He is a silvery-blue, with his main flowing, his tail flying. The statue's ears are up, alert. You can almost see the horse slam down on all four legs and gallop off.
Thing: Leather bound, small, torn in some pages; a Bible sits on a side-table. Flipping through the thin pages, a note falls out. Opening the blue item, you see embelishment. A strong sence of perfume wraps up around you nose. You read the worn writing. Making it out as best you can, you read: His word, my treasure. You relize this is your grandmothers Bible. You put this down, a treasure, forever.
Person: A lass of elven sits on the couch, her skirt sprawled out. Her head is bent over her writing, her hair falling off to the side. Her bare feet, for she never wears shoes, show and her blue eyes are downcast intence on her writing. A watch gleams on her right wrist, and ink-stains cover her hands. she looks up, and turns her notebook around to read. She relizes the last description is of herself, and she smiles.
I've also made a category for myself. Yay! But, you couldn't put an apostrophy (') so now my category is Louisa May Alcott Posts. :)
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