Distinctively Visual Descriptive Writing

It was a short drive to the hotel, and the scenery was pretty cool, but I was really waiting for arrival time. I couldn't wait to see the hotel, and I had no clue what to expect. I eyes drifted out the window at all the tall trees on the hilly landscape. The trees filled the hill, and there was on sight of the forest floor. Birds of all sizes flew in and out of the forest, keeping a person looking at them and their home forever. But then the landscape began to change.

He glanced out of the window, watching the sky turning from a deep blue shade to a clear, blue, breezy morning. ‘A good day.’ He made a mental note to himself. The sun baked through the curtains, sharpening his enormous shadow. He thought of that fussy factory owner and sighed.

Analysis The author paints a picture in the readers’ mind of a nice and beautiful day in the village. Seeing this beautiful setting might cause to reader to expect happy and exciting events to follow.

I feel a warm presemce on the back of my neck. I turn and find the guy who came in late. He points to my seat, then himself. I shake my head and turn back. Again, he taps me and motion to my seat and then himself. I once again ignore him and return to my conversation with my brother. Before the guy can disturb me again the bell rings and the class starts to empty. I grab my bag and head towards the door.

As Dark and fawn enter the bus the doors shut and the bus started to move slowly and slowly, I saw more guards come out and shot the bus but we already left the station.

Ms. Connelly started class asking students that needed help with their homework to get it out. Some students opened their homework, but some did not. Ms. Connelly then began writing out and solving homework problems with an overhead projector. One student walked into class late, Ms. Connelly addressed it quickly with little disruption to the class. The student looked around the room and realized the other students had their homework out and he did the same. Ms. Connelly continued to work out homework problems step by step on the overhead projector. While doing this Ms. Connelly asked questions about the steps she used to solve the math equation and randomly called on students for the answers. After working out a few of the math problems Ms. Connelly asked the class if they understood how she solved the equations. A few students nodded their heads and then Ms. Connelly moved on solving the next equation. Ms. Connelly referenced a quiz that was coming up tomorrow in the students ' math classes and stated the homework problems will be on the quiz. The teacher then continued working out math problems and using question prompts to keep students engaged. While waiting for one student to answer another student called out the answer. Ms. Connelly addressed it and let the student know that she was waiting for the other student to answer the question. One student laid her

Once upon a time there was a magnificent teacher named Mr. Strickland. Mr. Strickland thought all of his kids were puny to him because he was very inordinate. Mr. Strickland liked governing deportment in his class to make sure everything runs smoothly. But yet there was still lots of commotion in his class room. In order to get his class room together he shows off by articulating and using large vocabulary words to impress his students. One of his students was very changeling and was talking to the wall. While others thought it was amusing to mortify each other. When Mr. Strickland punished the children whit more assignments they thought that he was very oppressive. The disrespectful children thought it

Excruciatingly loud noises were coming from every direction, attacking my eardrums as if the sound waves were soldiers in combat. People were pushing and shoving, laughing and crying, acting as if they belonged in an asylum of the deranged. Lights were blinding everyone's eyes but that was the least of their concerns. A loud voice was ringing through the stadium bombarding my ears and the ones of the large sea of people around me. The intense repelling smell of sweat and tears were traveling through the air around me. But my aching feet, sore throat, and watering eyes were the least of my concerns as I, and everyone else were all just trying to reach the same goal. The goal of getting closer to the stage, the music, the artist, the intense

At the summit of a small hill the traveller shrugs off his backpack, leaning the bulky object against a moss-draped rock to prevent his life spilling out of the barely zipped pockets and tumbling down the grassy hillside. Facing the lowering sun, he raises his hands above his head, fingers interlaced, and stretches his aching shoulders. Conscious of the many years that have gathered in his clicking joints, the same way the dust of so many beaten tracks is embedded in his faded canvas hat. It was blue once, a deep inky blue like the twilight sky just as the first stars are appearing, but the years of sun and rain and snow have drained its colour to a dirty smog-grey.

Magnificent, heavenly light filters through the wispy clouds, signifying a new day. The thin clouds slowly drift apart, presenting a beautiful sky beneath. Speaking out to me, the sky seems to know every one of my thoughts, my dreams, my darkest fears. The sky is but a canvas of light, creating a new picture within seconds. Weaving a story through the delicate clouds, the picture grows beyond the expanse of sky. The colors splay before me, painfully beautiful and simple. Pink hues morph into vibrant purples as they blend with the beautiful blues. The glittering stretch of sea shines before my eyes. With every new wave, the light from above whispers promises of riches and sparkling diamonds. The light breeze that kisses the sea sends the twinkling light back into the air above.

Suddenly, there was a hush in the room. The teacher had asked someone a question! I tried to seem casual as I glanced up to see if I was the unlucky person who had been called upon. My heart jumped and then I realized that the teacher was looking at the person to my right, waiting expectantly for an answer. I stared at the girl also, as if I was truly interested in whatever ramblings might come out of her mouth about the dead general and his battle. I felt my face grow warm with a slight blush as I became embarrassed for her and her inability to answer the question. She must have been paying as much attention to the lecture as I had been. Finally, she was able to formulate a less than mediocre answer that satisfied the monotone voice at the front of the room and the lecture resumed. Another glance back at the girl and I saw the cell phone palmed in her left hand down by her side. She had been text-messaging someone instead of paying attention!

Have you ever seen a clear blue sky that was aesthetically pleasing? In a field far away, full of bright bizarre yellow flowers, there was a woman that loved sitting there looking at the all the different delightful shapes in the sky. The woman was tall, in addition had long blonde hair that reached the ground. She was wearing a pink shirt, which stood out in all the beautiful yellow flowers, and a white flowy skirt. She loved frolicking around in the field. With her, she had a sparkling green dog. The dog was very large equally important she could almost ride it like a horse, of course she didn’t, but she could if she wanted to. One day when the woman and her sparkling dog were just leaving their very small village, that they lived in, they noticed a large man at the end of the sketchy alleyway she uses to get to the field.

Droplets of sweat poured down my face while the beating sun blocks my view of the 8 lane track. The brush of skin touched me and my arm hair stood up. The bleachers were swarms of silence. My spikes towed the white line. I closed my eyes and the gun went off.

The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few

I am shock by what I am seeing now. I find myself flying in the middle of the boundless sky like an eagle. The beauty of the earth is all under my eyes now. I can see the greenish forests, the giant mountains, the empty lands, and the busy cities that are far away. But the most beautiful thing is the blue sky itself where I am in. Suddenly the next moment, I was standing on the roof of a 100-stories tall skyscraper while enjoying my expensive wine and the landscape of the city. When I look down, although I am scared of heights, I see the miniature of pedestrians and cars that are moving around. Travelling in an imagination world is probably the most joyful thing to do in the life. I don’t where I will be next yet, but it will come to my mind when it is the right time.