■ Scene Bank for Descriptive & Narrative Writing
■ Sunrise
The first light spread slowly across the horizon, turning the edges of the clouds into gold. The air
was sharp and cool, carrying the damp smell of grass. Birds stirred in the trees, breaking the
silence with small, hopeful calls. The world felt as if it was taking its first breath of the day. As the
sun came up, the world woke. Birds sang, puddles caught the sunlight, and the morning carried a
fresh sense of promise.
■ Sunset
The sun sank low, spilling orange and crimson over the rooftops. Long shadows stretched across
the ground, and the busy noise of the day gave way to a quieter rhythm. One by one, lights flickered
on in houses, while the sky held the last glow of the sun before slipping into night. It was beautiful
but brief, a calm farewell that carried both peace and sadness.
■■ Storm
The clouds pressed low and dark, heavy as stone. Wind rushed through the streets, rattling shutters
and bending trees. A flash of lightning split the sky, followed by thunder that rolled like an angry
drum. Rain poured down in sheets, striking the ground so hard it bounced back in silver sprays.
■ The Sea
The waves rose and fell with steady power, folding onto the shore in foamy white curves. The salty
air clung to the skin, sharp and refreshing. Gulls wheeled overhead, their cries cutting through the
roar of water. The horizon stretched endlessly, a line where sea and sky melted together.
■■ Forest
Tall trees crowded close, their branches weaving a thick green roof overhead. Shafts of sunlight
pierced through gaps, making patterns on the damp ground. The air smelled of pine and earth, cool
and rich. Somewhere in the distance, a bird called, its sound echoing through the stillness.
■■ Busy Market
The market buzzed with life: voices rose and fell in bargaining chants, footsteps shuffled quickly
across uneven ground, and the air was thick with the scent of spices, fried food, and fresh fruit.
Bright fabrics swung from stalls, catching the sunlight, while the sound of coins clinking carried
through the crowd.
■ Classroom (end of day)
Desks stood at odd angles, as though the students had rushed out. Chalk dust clung to the
blackboard, half-erased equations still faintly visible. The air was heavy with the smell of ink and
sweat, and a ruler lay forgotten on the teacher’s desk. The silence after the final bell was deep,
broken only by the distant echo of footsteps in the corridor.
■ Train Station
The platform trembled as the train screeched to a halt, its brakes screaming against metal. A warm
gust of air, thick with oil and dust, rushed past the waiting crowd. Voices overlapped — hurried
instructions, last goodbyes, the bark of a vendor calling out chai and biscuits. Bags bumped against
legs, and footsteps echoed sharply against the concrete floor.
■■ Beach (Calm Evening)
The tide rolled in gently, curling over the sand with a soft hiss before slipping back. The sky above
melted into colours — peach, violet, deepening blue — mirrored in the wet sand like a painting.
Children’s laughter drifted faintly, fading as lanterns flickered on along the shore. The air smelled of
salt and roasted corn, mixing with the faint smoke of evening fires.
■ Night City
Neon lights burned bright, staining the pavements in electric blues and reds. Cars hummed along in
a steady flow, their headlights slicing through the dark. Above, glass towers glowed like lanterns,
each window a square of yellow life. The city never seemed to sleep; its heartbeat was the constant
rhythm of engines, footsteps, and voices.
■■ Mountain Pass
Cold air bit sharply at the skin, carrying the thin sound of wind that whistled through narrow cracks
in the rocks. Peaks rose high on either side, jagged and silent, their tops still brushed with snow.
The path twisted ahead like a thread, scattered with loose stones that crunched under every step.
Silence pressed heavily, broken only by the occasional cry of an eagle.
■ Countryside Field
Tall grass swayed lazily in the breeze, brushing against ankles as if whispering secrets. The sky
stretched wide and endless, a soft blue dome scattered with drifting clouds. The smell of freshly cut
hay lingered in the air, sweet and earthy. A tractor rumbled faintly in the distance, its sound
swallowed by the open space.
■ School Playground
The ground was marked with patches of worn grass and dust kicked up by running feet. Laughter
rang across the open space, broken by the sharp whistle of a referee. A football thudded against a
wall, and shouts of encouragement rose and fell like waves. The smell of sweat, mud, and canteen
snacks mixed together in the warm air.
■ Haunted House / Abandoned Place
The door creaked open slowly, the sound sharp in the heavy silence. Dust hung thick in the air,
glowing faintly in narrow beams of light that cut through broken shutters. Wallpaper peeled away
like old skin, and the floor groaned under every step. Somewhere in the distance, a single drop of
water echoed, steady and hollow.
