See:
Hear: A deafening, haunted howl emerged from amongst the eerie silence of the wood rippling
through the gloomy atmosphere compelling imminent victims of the lurking wolf freezing terror.
Taste
Touch: Gnarled texture of bare branches bruising
Smell:
Similes, Metaphors and Personification:
Shivered of trepidation coiled around my spines – the startling shiver felt like sinister serpent was
spewing terror that engulfed them and penetrated my mind. The wind gushed feeling as though the
chilling skin of the snakes lurked in my clothes rather than the wind.
Cloaked in mist, the it was hard to glimpse the gnarled trees like ghostly, stooped phantoms
producing gloomy silhouettes of soulless statues which were enclosing around me approaching me
and confining me to lean on prickling thorns and brambles. The clutches of this claustrophobia had
had me startled.
Colons, hyphens, and semi-colons
Everything seemed uncanny and felt as it was watching me – everything was alive : the wispy mist
was the obscure shield hauled by a spirit preventing me from penetrating the tangle of gnarled
trees; the gushing wind was howling; the only solitary emerald leaves were spying on me, its
imprints being the pupils and changing directions which followed me everywhere and the merciless
vines strangling the tree stumps that stuck itself out in order to trip me over.
I – Sauntering into the gloomy forest, I was barely able glimpse the gnarled trees which was cloaked
in mist like ghostly, stooped phantoms producing gloomy silhouettes of soulless statues which were
enclosing around me approaching me and confining me to lean on prickling thorns and brambles.
The clutches of this claustrophobia had had me startled.
S-
It was another Mundane Monday. I was exasperated by the humidity of the warm bed, and as I
tossed and turned on the lumpy, creaking bed, I was restless, and yearning for an adventure to
stimulate myself on this boring day. I was trying to get to sleep but the ragged duvet was of no help
to soothe my restlessness: I could not endure the depressing darkness filling the dingy, drab
bedroom. I was thirsty for a venture into the unknown…
Without warning, an ominous, eerie whistle was emitted from the tangle of trees, which caught my
attention, and the gloomy garden of uncanny strangers and plants enticed me out of my house. The
obscure mist was concealing secrets of the unknown from me and I was yearning to uncover this
mysterious, surreptitious secret. Intrigued by the luminous light which enlightened the otherwise
gloomy forest, I tossed my ragged duvet of my bed and creeped through the drab house - only the
dim-light which was emitting from the forest gave me the light to survive.
Sauntering into the gloomy forest, I was barely able glimpse the gnarled trees which were cloaked in
mist like ghostly, stooped phantoms, producing gloomy silhouettes of soulless statues, which were
enclosing around me - approaching me and confining me to lean on prickling thorns and brambles in
order to escape the towering trees. The clutches of this claustrophobia had me startled. Without
warning, a deafening, haunted howl emerged from amongst the eerie silence of the wood, rippling
through the gloomy atmosphere compelling imminent victims of the lurking wolf to freeze terror.
Startled, a shiver of trepidation coiled around my spines – the startling shiver felt like sinister
serpents were spewing terror that engulfed me and penetrated my mind. The wind gushed, feeling
as though the chilling skin of snakes lurked in my clothes causing the cold rather than the wind itself.
Everything seemed uncanny and felt as if it was watching me – everything was alive : the wispy mist
was the obscure shield hauled by a spirit, preventing me from penetrating the tangle of gnarled
trees; the gushing wind was howling; the only solitary emerald leaves were spying on me, its
imprints being the pupils and changing directions which followed me everywhere, and the merciless
vines strangling the tree stumps that s tuck itself out in order to trip me over.
Without warning,
Past tense (present when describing how you feel)
1st person
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Shorts sentences for impact
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