I Bite
03-13-2007, 02:19 PM
I figured i might as well put some of my stuff up...for brutally honest critism and such...If I can get my courage together, I'll post one of my stories...But for right now, just a descriptive paragraph i had to do for school.
He woke up to the sound of rushing water and chirping birds. A slight breeze lifted the green leaves from their branches. He sat up slowly, looking all around him. He was sitting on a moss-covered rock, next to a river, with water clear as ice. A faint mist was in the air. He looked around the bend. There, coming off a cliff, was a waterfall. Tons of fast-moving water dropping down on the rocks below it fed the river. He looked up. Sunlight streamed between the thick tree leaves. Leaves from trees so thick that five grown men could not wrap their arms around the base of one trunk. He cautiously turned around. The grass on the ground was green and flourishing, soft to the touch. The snap of a twig made him jump up, alert and ready to fight. He turned towards the sound to see two deer, a doe and her fawn, drinking at the river.
Here's another one, again for school.
The clouds were dark on the horizon. As I stood on the porch watching, I could feel the tension in the air. There is a certain smell right before a storm hits, one different from any other. It is a sweet smell, almost sickly, but not quite. The haze was growing; it was getting hard to see, but I strained my eyes looking at the sky. It was changing colors now, going from a deep black to a pale green color. Lightning flashed in the distance and thunder followed. The clouds were rolling, circling each other. They were getting closer. As I stood staring at the sky, I felt a tingle roll through my body. Lightning flashed before my eyes! BOOM! The thunder roared, pounding through my entire body, like someone had struck me with a giant hammer. I quickly ran inside and into my basement, waiting for the storm to subside. Waiting for those green clouds to change back into white, and for everything to become normal again.
He woke up to the sound of rushing water and chirping birds. A slight breeze lifted the green leaves from their branches. He sat up slowly, looking all around him. He was sitting on a moss-covered rock, next to a river, with water clear as ice. A faint mist was in the air. He looked around the bend. There, coming off a cliff, was a waterfall. Tons of fast-moving water dropping down on the rocks below it fed the river. He looked up. Sunlight streamed between the thick tree leaves. Leaves from trees so thick that five grown men could not wrap their arms around the base of one trunk. He cautiously turned around. The grass on the ground was green and flourishing, soft to the touch. The snap of a twig made him jump up, alert and ready to fight. He turned towards the sound to see two deer, a doe and her fawn, drinking at the river.
Here's another one, again for school.
The clouds were dark on the horizon. As I stood on the porch watching, I could feel the tension in the air. There is a certain smell right before a storm hits, one different from any other. It is a sweet smell, almost sickly, but not quite. The haze was growing; it was getting hard to see, but I strained my eyes looking at the sky. It was changing colors now, going from a deep black to a pale green color. Lightning flashed in the distance and thunder followed. The clouds were rolling, circling each other. They were getting closer. As I stood staring at the sky, I felt a tingle roll through my body. Lightning flashed before my eyes! BOOM! The thunder roared, pounding through my entire body, like someone had struck me with a giant hammer. I quickly ran inside and into my basement, waiting for the storm to subside. Waiting for those green clouds to change back into white, and for everything to become normal again.