Sensory Language: Fireworks

Sensory Language 7 November 2017

Sight:

Golden glow of the sun, stillness of the birds,

Sound:

Wind of the engine, rhythm of the blades, snow whistling in the wind,

Touch:

Biting cold of the snow felt like a burn on my skin,

Taste:

Robust flavour of the pizza, the saltiness of the cheese, earthy mushrooms, tang of the tomato sauce,

Smell:

The wet salty air, hints of coconut suntan oil, the fishy scent of seaweed baking in the sun

Sight	Hear	Smell	Feel	Taste
Colourful Bursts of Flames, Synchronized, Flaming Balls	Pow, Children screaming in awe, Faint whistles of the fireworks, Boom	The smoke escaping, the smell of gunpowder	Excited, Thrill, Scared, Amusement,	Smoke,

WALT - Write a descriptive paragraph using sensory language

Success Criteria:

• I must use my 5 sense
• I must include adjectives
• I must use figurative language

The sun slowly fell and the fireworks started to come out. The faint whistles of the fireworks filled the sky and colourful bursts of flames started to spring out. The fireworks screamed while exploding in the dark sky leaving sparks of flames. The smoke escaped from the fireworks filling the air and the gunpowder left dark marks on the ground. As the fireworks kept going off the excitement inside continued to rise. The Peony firework left everyone in awe, the expanding globe of colour had everyone freeze in shock of the beauty that it held. Children had faces of amusement and had thrills of laughter.The fireworks overtook the sky and lingered around until the sun slowly started to appear. Soon after the children skipped back home with joy and the excitement died down and faded. The hype had everyone excited for next year.

Pobble365: Home Alone Short Story

Pobble 365: Home Alone

“Splish, Splash” The waves crashed. Last year, I had been living in the city. Life there was crazy. People would rush around in the morning trying to get to their destination, and people of all ages would fill the streets. I had grown tired of living in the busy city. Last year I finally decided it was time for a change.

The house sat on a rock in the middle of a lake. Trees and nature surrounded it. Not one single house was in sight. I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. The sun barely shined through the room. I walked out to the porch. The outside had an after rain look, I could smell the smell of the sea. The waves moved at the same rate as the trees. A small grin crept onto my face.

Descriptive Writing: The Library

“BOOM” I hear in the distance, unfortunately disturbing my reading. I walked slowly to other side of the room where the sound had come from. It lead me to an strange door. I held my hand in front of the doorknob and slowly started to turn it. The door fully opened as I slowly made my way through.

The room smelt of old vintage things and dust. It was an library, but not any ordinary library. The books were stacked and floating in the air. Some were even flipped upside down. I strolled my way through the room until one book caught my eye. I put my hand out to grab it and it stopped spinning. I brought it down to my level and started to read the context. The book was about knights and castles, and as I slowly flipped the page I saw a picture of knights on horses. The picture was still and their legs were in the air.

As I read the first sentence and the picture started to come alive. The horses in the picture started to gallop out of the book. Out of shock I dropped the book. The book close and the horses and knights disappeared. I picked up another book. This one containing snow and rain. I slowly opened the book and looked at it carefully. As soon as I opened the book snow and rain started to fall from the sky. The rain turned into snow mid way. The snow drops hit the ground and smashed into little pieces.

“Richelle, I’m home!”

I quickly close the books and everything disappeared, even the room. I rushed out the door and into my room. I jumped onto my bed and pretended to read an book, just in time for my mum to barge into my room.

Descriptive Writing: Blueberry

Descriptive Writing

As the teacher held the the package in front of my face, I slowly reached inside to get a blueberry. As soon as I grabbed it I could feel a wet substance on my fingertips. I raised my hand closer to my face and smelt a fresh sweet scent. The blueberry felt mushy like a squishy ball. A sour sweet taste filled my mouth, as I slowly bit into the berry. The berry tasted graceful, my face glew up with glee.

Descriptive Writing: Jam Turnover

Descriptive Writing: Jam Turnover

“Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock” I patiently wait for my Jam Turnover to arrive. I look across the room and see the door slowly opening. My mouth starts to water and my stomach fills up with joy. I slowly grab the delicious tissue of goodness and pick up the Jam Turnover. I couldn't wait to take a bite. I slowly grabbed the sweet crunchy substance and pushed it towards my mouth. The gooey apricot jam melted while I took a bite. It tasted like I was in heaven. I took another bite. Before I knew it it was all gone. Now I wish I could go back in time just to eat it again.

Descriptive Writing: The Moon 25 November 2015

The Moon

One Quiet Night, I dreamt that I teleported back in time to 1969 to an incredible place called the moon. The Moon was a empty rugged deserted place, but yet it was beautiful and antoshing. It was very quiet and peaceful and it was very calm. As I started to explore, I saw two mysterious figures approaching me, but as they came closer I was shocked to see that it was Neil Armstrong and Michael Collins. Neil Armstrong and his Astronaut partner Michael Collins were the first people ever to fly to the moon and come back to earth safely. I couldn't believe my eyes so I started to faint but when I woke up, I was back in 2015, then I realized that is was just all a dream. I was shocked to wake up in my room so suddenly, so I went back to sleep.

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