DESCRIPTIVE WRITING

"You come across an abandoned building you never knew existed. Describe its exterior and
surroundings before giving details of how you enter. Describe the atmosphere inside and
everything your senses experience as you explore the building"
"What could have once been a lovely rose garden was now a hostile thorn bush, and the swings
where children used to spend moments of joy and innocent childhood were now creaking in the
most haunted way... What terrified me the most was its isolation. I was alone. Uncovered.
Exposed to an unknown edifice that stared at me in return. As I lifted my head to defy its
insubstantial stare, something caught my eye. I had not made the observation until now, as the
infinitely long walls made it almost impossible to see: there was no ceiling. Where had it gone?
This question made me less afraid of the building and more curious as to what had happened to
it.
I walked towards the entrance door. From there, the whole structure appeared to be monstrously
massive. I truly thought the feeling of inferiority would cease when I entered the building. It did
not. From the inside, it looked as big as ever before, for there were no floors or ceiling. Four
endless walls and a staircase leading to the cold foggy sky. It was almost as if it were a message,
telling me that it was all over... but was it?
The dust, cobwebs, and graffiti on the walls and corners brought me back to reality. I was not the
first to experience this unwelcoming, macabre pile of bricks. But yet the remains of furniture that
lay disorderedly cluttered on the floor reminded me of death, for this had once been the home of
many happy lives and therefore full of life itself. And it was all gone. replaced by rats, spiders,
and their cobwebs, dirt, dust, fleece and trash. And trash. How terribly sad, to be calling what
had once been a cozy, comfortable sofa, trash. For it was ripped, dismantled, and stained.
Abandoned...
Newspapers that gave the date of a hundred years ago - barely, for they were covered in dust.
Boxes that read "FRAGILE" where one could identify broken pieces of jars, plates, and glass.
There were no answers in there, simply the smell of rot, the sound of creaking, the touch of a
rough surface, the sight of a horror scene, and the taste of regurgitated food. For I felt I would
certainly throw up. It was too much for me to bare.
As the cold wind rushed against my face, I fled out of that distorted dwelling and decided I
would never walk past it again."

An Abandoned House
The oldest residents of that abandoned house were the spiders. Many generations had laced the
walls with cobwebs of intricate beauty, though now even they lay in dusty rags. It had been three
decades since a footstep had echoed within those walls, since the dust had been disturbed and the
ghosts awoken. The only furniture was an antique pedestal table carved of local oak and upon it a
bottle of finest malt whiskey and one up-turned glass.

Describing pretty woman

Her tall frame and slender body were like of a Victoria secret model. Her blue eyes, like the sea,
were calm and emotionless. Long, wavy blonde hair, so smooth and silky, almost as if it was
tailored from gold fabric.

Describing handsome man

There was only one word to describe the sun-kissed Grecian. Where his eyes were the green of
fresh dew glinting in the sunlight off a leaf of green emerald. His lips were pale and thin and his
nose slender and rounded. A prominent jaw curved gracefully around and the strength of his
neck showed in the twining cords of muscle that shaped his entire body; strong arms, bold thighs
and calves, a firm chest and abdomen. He was an Adonis among the other men who each pale in
comparison. One look and both women and men swooned at the sight of him no matter their
sexual preferences and one word passed from his lips had even the straightest of men flushing
shades of red that no one ever knew was naturally possible. Adonis.