Creating Character

With a violent tug on the blinds, Anya's mother filled the room with gushing intense sunlight.

'Do you know how late it is?' she questioned.

Anya was still half asleep, she struggled to comprehend her mother’s words.

'Anya! Get up, it's half twelve, you're supposed to be visiting your grandmother' she screamed as she lifted the duvet to expose Anya's pink bunny pyjamas that her father gave her before he moved away.

Show Don't Tell - A Car

Short Description

The matte arrogant car proudly held itself on the sun kissed tarmac curb: as if it was laughing at me. Curling and dancing through the air, a rich smell of oaky fire formed a lingering veil over the roof. A heavy intoxicating stench of resilient powerful chemicals mixed with earthy, thick petrol curled into the back of my mouth, its aim was to suffocate. I had to get away. 

Music in Creative Writing

Character Interaction - Short Piece

The enchanting scent of blue blooms clung to the interior of her button nose. It prickled and pierced the inside of her eyelids. She sneezed; scratched the skin surrounding them.

‘Your mother had hay fever when she was your age’ sympathised Anya’s Grandmother.

Describing a Place That Changes

Original Description

My body fell so low I could see the pink underneath of the daisy petals as they lined up in thousands like a glowing festival crowd; each on trying its best to tower the highest.

Just before the sun took shelter behind the opaque clouds, it poured out its ferocious orange into the skyline like flowing molten lava. Cascading rays of light peeped through and reflected off the dents in the metallic cherry bin frame as senseless seagulls sung to each other in the sweet summer breeze.