Descriptive Writing
Descriptive Writing
• TOUCH: THE BREEZE BLOWING GENTLY AT YOUR FACE, THE ROUGH TREE
TRUNKS, THE DUSTY TRACKS, THE SUN SHINING ON MY SKIN
FROM THIS LIST, WE CAN GUIDE CHILDREN TO COME UP WITH DESCRIPTIVE
SENTENCES SUCH AS THESE:
• MY DOG'S FUR FELT LIKE SILK AGAINST MY SKIN AND HER BLACK
COLORING SHONE, ABSORBING THE SUNLIGHT AND REFLECTING IT BACK
LIKE A PURE, DARK MIRROR.
• THE SUNSET FILLED THE SKY WITH A DEEP RED FLAME, SETTING THE
CLOUDS ABLAZE.
• THE WAVES ROLLED ALONG THE SHORE IN A GRACEFUL, GENTLE
RHYTHM, AS IF DANCING WITH THE LAND.
• WINTER HIT LIKE A WELTERWEIGHT THAT YEAR, A JABBING COLD YOU
THOUGHT YOU COULD STAND UNTIL THE WIND ROSE UP AND DROPPED
YOU TO THE CANVAS.
EXTRACT 1: A HIGH WIND IN
JAMAICA
• THE SUN WAS STILL RED AND LARGE: THE SKY ABOVE CLOUDLESS, AND
LIGHT BLUE GLAZE POURED OVER BAKING CLAY: BUT CLOSE OVER THE
GROUND A DIRTY GREY HAZE HOVERED. AS THEY FOLLOWED THE LANE
TOWARDS THE SEA THEY CAME TO A PLACE WHERE, YESTERDAY, A FAIR-
SIZED SPRING HAD BUBBLED UP BY THE ROADSIDE. NOW IT WAS DRY.
BUT EVEN AS THEY PASSED SOME WATER SPLASHED OUT, AND THEN IT
WAS DRY AGAIN, ALTHOUGH GURGLING INWARDLY TO ITSELF. BUT THE
GROUP OF CHILDREN WERE HOT, FAR TOO HOT TO SPEAK TO ONE
ANOTHER: THEY SAT ON THEIR PONIES AS LOOSELY AS POSSIBLE,
LONGING FOR THE SEA.
EXTRACT 2: BIRDS, BEASTS AND
RELATIVES
• THEY ARE COVERED WITH A THICK COATING OF SPIKES BUT THESE ARE
WHITE AND SOFT, AS THOUGH MADE OF RUBBER. THEY GRADUALLY
HARDEN AND TURN BROWN WHEN THE BABIES ARE A FEW WEEKS OLD.
WHEN THEY ARE OLD ENOUGH TO LEAVE THE NURSERY THE MOTHER
LEADS THEM OUT AND SHOWS THEM HOW TO HUNT FOR FOOD; THEY
WALK IN LINE, THE TAIL OF ONE HELD IN THE MOUTH OF THE BABY
BEHIND. THE BABY AT THE HEAD OF THE COLUMN HOLDS TIGHT TO
MOTHER’S TAIL WITH GRIM DETERMINATION, AND THEY MOVE THROUGH
THE TWILIT HEDGEROWS LIKE A STRANGE PRICKLY CENTIPEDE … MINE
WERE ALWAYS READY FOR FOOD AT ANY HOUR OF THE DAY OR NIGHT.
EXAMPLE OF A DESCRIPTIVE PARAGRAPH ABOUT PERSON
• SO MUCH TIME HAS PASSED BUT I STILL HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN IT. WHEN I WAS A KID,
WE HAD A HOUSE IN THE VILLAGE. IT WAS A TWO-STORY HOUSE WITH A TILE ROOF.
ONE DAY WE WENT THERE AGAIN WITH MY FAMILY. I WENT INTO MY ROOM WITH A
BIG BROWN BAG IN MY HAND. IT SMELLED OF DAMPNESS, I WANTED TO OPEN MY
WINDOW IMMEDIATELY. JUST THEN I HEARD A VOICE AS IF THERE WAS A CRYING BABY
IN MY ROOM. I WAS VERY SCARED BUT I COULDN’T EVEN MOVE. I STARTED CRYING
WHERE I WAS. MY PARENTS WERE IN THE GARDEN SO THEY DIDN’T HEAR MY VOICE. I
COULDN’T GO ANYWHERE BECAUSE OF MY FEAR, I SAT ON THE FLOOR I WAS CRYING.
THE SOUND I WAS HEARING WAS STARTING TO GET LOUDER. I WAS STARTING TO
SCREAM. MY FATHER RAN UP THE STAIRS AND CAME UP TO ME. I TOLD HIM I WAS
HEARING VOICES FROM WHERE THE LOCKER WAS. THE VOICES WERE NO LONGER
HEARD. WE WALKED TOWARDS THE CLOSET TOGETHER. MY DAD OPENED THE DOOR
OF THE CLOSET AND LET’S SEE WHAT! THE MOTHER CAT GAVE BIRTH TO HER CHILDREN
INSIDE. ALL THOSE VOICES CAME FROM THE PAIN. WE BUILT A NICE HOME FOR THE
MOTHER CAT AND HER THREE LITTLE KITTENS. BECAUSE I WAS SO SMALL, I WAS
TERRIFIED OF THE SOUND. YET THERE WAS NOTHING TO BE AFRAID OF.