People:
Skin – Yellowish, sallow, jaundiced, blotchy, calloused, leathery, mottled, pallid, like porcelain,
glowing, youthful, unblemished, radiant.
Cheeks- Gaunt, hollow, bony, skeletal, rosy, dimpled, ruddy with childish glee, powdered.
Eyes- Sunken, sceptical, bulging, bloodshot, blearing, staring, vacant, bloodshot, haunting,
mournful, bright, twinkling, shaped like sugared almonds.
Hair – Dishevelled, unkempt and unwashed, matted, tangled, balding, untamed, tousled
locks, cascading, glossy tresses, gleaming.
Oppressive heat:
Smarting. Scalding. Scorching. As the sun drips warmth like hot wax… It is clear to see how
the sun has flattened the land into submission. Far off, the horizon rippled in the blistering
heat haze and the never ceasing rolling fields stretched out either side. Even as it fell below
the horizon, the sun continued to glare at its cowering subjects.
Cold and stormy:
The cold was unnatural that night. A brittle cold that numbed, bit and pierced. With it, it
seemed to have brought raven clouds – swollen with icy rain – that obscured the moon and
enshrouded the stars. A fearsome wind swept through the mass of wintry clouds stalking the
sky like malevolent angels, writhing and twisting as whipped up the foaming tempest below.
A pallid crescent moon, shrouded by a heavy blanket of ashen cloud, peered miserably at the
city below. Despondent clouds wept in huge gasping sobs, shaking swollen tears onto the
mass of shivering streets. As black as the Styx, the dark ink of night began to spread across
the sky – blotting out stars.
Above, the sky is a mottled grey that seems to threaten the land with a devastating deluge. A
biting cold that has lay dormant for most of the summer begins to emerging, leaving the
woodland brittle and frosty. Gnarled trunks, green with moss and spores reach out to each
other – their ghostly tangle of limbs clutching at nothing. …Once more, the water flattens
into a mirror that reflets the grim, mottled swirls of grey from the canopy of clouds above.
Mist:
A thin mist arose, flowing from the night itself. Congealing like spilt blood, it seeped between
the trees and engulfed roots and heaps of decaying leaves. It swept around the figure, flicking
through pale beams of light as it curled around the bases of streetlamps. Gradually it slowed
it charge, as it was stilled by the brittle cold that numbed, bit and pierced.
Damp and bleak, a swirling veil of mist hangs over the lake making the scene an eerie picture
of serenity.
Room/ Building:
Inside, the place was coated in nicotine and despair. A lone man, drowning in sorrow, sat
slumped like an abandoned marionette.
The building stood abandoned; It was ancient and in disrepair. Dilapidated and crumbling, its
walls permanently sodden form years of exposure to nature’s harsh elements. Once ornate
and majestic, had fallen into disrepair.
Skin – Yellowish, sallow, jaundiced, blotchy, calloused, leathery, mottled, pallid, like porcelain,
glowing, youthful, unblemished, radiant.
Cheeks- Gaunt, hollow, bony, skeletal, rosy, dimpled, ruddy with childish glee, powdered.
Eyes- Sunken, sceptical, bulging, bloodshot, blearing, staring, vacant, bloodshot, haunting,
mournful, bright, twinkling, shaped like sugared almonds.
Hair – Dishevelled, unkempt and unwashed, matted, tangled, balding, untamed, tousled
locks, cascading, glossy tresses, gleaming.
Oppressive heat:
Smarting. Scalding. Scorching. As the sun drips warmth like hot wax… It is clear to see how
the sun has flattened the land into submission. Far off, the horizon rippled in the blistering
heat haze and the never ceasing rolling fields stretched out either side. Even as it fell below
the horizon, the sun continued to glare at its cowering subjects.
Cold and stormy:
The cold was unnatural that night. A brittle cold that numbed, bit and pierced. With it, it
seemed to have brought raven clouds – swollen with icy rain – that obscured the moon and
enshrouded the stars. A fearsome wind swept through the mass of wintry clouds stalking the
sky like malevolent angels, writhing and twisting as whipped up the foaming tempest below.
A pallid crescent moon, shrouded by a heavy blanket of ashen cloud, peered miserably at the
city below. Despondent clouds wept in huge gasping sobs, shaking swollen tears onto the
mass of shivering streets. As black as the Styx, the dark ink of night began to spread across
the sky – blotting out stars.
Above, the sky is a mottled grey that seems to threaten the land with a devastating deluge. A
biting cold that has lay dormant for most of the summer begins to emerging, leaving the
woodland brittle and frosty. Gnarled trunks, green with moss and spores reach out to each
other – their ghostly tangle of limbs clutching at nothing. …Once more, the water flattens
into a mirror that reflets the grim, mottled swirls of grey from the canopy of clouds above.
Mist:
A thin mist arose, flowing from the night itself. Congealing like spilt blood, it seeped between
the trees and engulfed roots and heaps of decaying leaves. It swept around the figure, flicking
through pale beams of light as it curled around the bases of streetlamps. Gradually it slowed
it charge, as it was stilled by the brittle cold that numbed, bit and pierced.
Damp and bleak, a swirling veil of mist hangs over the lake making the scene an eerie picture
of serenity.
Room/ Building:
Inside, the place was coated in nicotine and despair. A lone man, drowning in sorrow, sat
slumped like an abandoned marionette.
The building stood abandoned; It was ancient and in disrepair. Dilapidated and crumbling, its
walls permanently sodden form years of exposure to nature’s harsh elements. Once ornate
and majestic, had fallen into disrepair.
