A RIVER

BASIC SENTENCES

1. The river was a fragile, universe-blue colour, like the subtle sweep of a painters brush.
2. I saw a jewel-blue stream in the forest. COLOUR
3. It was splashing as it moved through the trees. SOUND
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It curved gently through the forest. SHAPE

It hopped over the rocks happily. ACTION
My friend told me that rivers are the roads of the forest. METAPHOR
This one was flickering like glitter on the surface. SIMILE
I could see a family of ducks paddling on the water. OTHER IMAGES
I took a drink. It was very refreshing. SENSATION
The aroma of the forest was great. SMELL
It drew me to a berry bush. I ate one and it tasted rich. TASTE
CREATIVE PARAGRAPHS
A turquoise-blue stream wound its merry way through the forest. Babbling and burbling,
it sprung over the limestone rocks in its way. Pebbles whisked about in the under wash like pieces of
glitter. Streams are the liquid soul of the forest, and this one was glowing and sparkling like
tinsel. Chords of soft light speared down from above, bathing its surface in gold. It was glinting with
little sparkles, like a thousand diamonds blessed with an inner fire. A galaxy of dragonflies
fizzed through the beams of light, wings a-glitter in the sun. The hedgerows were pregnant with
berries and we tasted some. They energized us with their pleasant waft. The delicious taste stayed
with us all the way home.

THUNDER AND LIGHTNING

1. The autumn sky was as bright as Zeus eyes. Nary a cloud blemished its bliss-blue complexion and
the sun was like a glowing medallion pinned to a sheet of white paper.
2. Branched lightning lit up the Stygian sky. It was like liquid, golden ore streaks were being forged
into forks above my head.
3. Wriggling and writhing with the pain of its existence, it flashed once, glossy and polished, like the
cold, gold prongs of the Apocalypse.
When I woke up, the sky was as black as the devils soul. The world became cellar-dark and the
buckling, heaving sky looked fit to collapse down on top of me. Then there was an explosion like a

sonic boom and I feared for my safety. Doom-black clouds, pregnant with malice, churned and roiled.
They looked as vaporous as mist and as fleecy as black wool.
Thunder cried out from the blackened sky, the clouds invisible above. Troy shuddered, his teeth
grinding in anticipation. A boom like that meant the heavens were about to let down a deluge and he
had nowhere to hide.

LOST AT SEA

1. The emptiness in my soul matches the spiritless sky and the featureless waterscape around me.
2. I am floundering in a sea of divine-blue quicklime and theres no escape.
3. The moon casts down splinters of Solomon-gold, making the sea-crests sparkle like elf light.

MOUNTAINS
BASIC PARAGRAPH
The mountains were vampire-white. A wave of white snow went rumbling down the sides. They
were all crumpled at the base. They were sky-stabbing at the top. The legs of the mountains were
very wide. The peaks of the mountains were like harpoon tips. They were shrouded in ghost-grey
mist. The air was chilling and numbing. We could smell a pot roast being cooked. We tasted some
and it was stellar.
CREATIVE PARAGRAPHS
The serrated mountains loomed in the distance. We made our way towards them as we had to make
base camp by nightfall. They were flour-white and brooded over the land. Just as we approached, a
chute of snow detached itself and went trundling down one of the mountains. It slid over
the knotted edge and then went crashing into the chasm below. The silence that followed was spine
chilling. It froze our marrow to think that we would be climbing in those conditions tomorrow.
The heaven-touching apex of the mountain was drenched in brilliant light. Spikes of thin light
impaled the snow in a bristling, moving line. We assumed that the heat had displaced the snow
from the hip of the time chiselled mountain. All across our line of sight, the tips of the mountain range
stuck up like a row of thorns. Swaddled around them were necklaces of powdery snow. The air
became arctic cold as we came closer to base camp. The unmistakable whiff of chargrilled
lamb wafted to our noses. Dinner that night was cosmic.

THE BEACH
A BASIC PARAGRAPH
The beach we walked on was moon glow-gold. The sea looked dozy as it rested in the afternoon
glow. We were walking on a horseshoe of beach. Towers of radiant light soaked the sea with their
beauty. The holiday makers we saw all had coconut-brown faces. Clown-hatted donkeys
were braying loudly as children pulled their tails. The burning sun roasted us like nuts in an oven.

The sea sky seemed threaded with silver. A warm, tangy odour came from the sea as we walked
towards a hot dog stand. The sulfurous mustard burned us nearly as much as the sun.
CREATIVE PARAGRAPHS
Its not often you get to see a sunrise-gold beach. That was our privilege as we gazed out at
the slothful sea. Ebbing ever so gently, it looked at peace in its jade-green gown. It felt like we were
walking on a carpet of candy floss, such was its softness. The golden sand swept around in a scythe
of beach, hemmed in by towering dunes. Far out to sea, rivers of pulsing light saturated the sea
with gold. Only the occasional tourist walked past us. There was an absence of sun-blasted
bodies in this Babylon of beaches.
The horizon seemed to be stitched with a silver line. The seagulls were squawking over our heads
and squabbling for morsels from the hotel kitchen. As the sun scorched our bodies to a crisp, a
funfair of barbecued aromas drifted towards us. The saline tang of the sea mingled with the cuisine,
adding salt to its appeal. We decided to obey our rumbling stomachs and eat. Lobster on a bed of
watercress was our fare that afternoon. It tasted tender and briny and the shell food sauce had a hint
of bouquet to it.

WATERFALLS:

A BASIC PARAGRAPH
The waterfall was Atlantis-blue. It was gushing over the rocks. At its widest point, it
was surging and plunging down the mountain. It had a beautiful serenity-pool at the bottom. It was
veneer clear. The waterfall flowed as smoothly as syrup. The frogs croaking nearby added to the
wonderful sounds. We threw ourselves under the waterfall. It was so cold that we started shuddering.
We collapsed on the bank and let the nougat sweet smell of flowers wash over us. Later we had
some ham sandwiches and they were Godly.
CREATIVE PARAGRAPHS
The waterfall was Mediterranean-blue and magical. It was swishing over the rocks joyfully. It
was thundering down into the pool like a gigantic water spout. When it toppled into the ecstasypool, it foamed it at the bottom. The rest of the pool was as clear as cellophane, enabling us to see
down into the rocky bottom. Fronds of forest-green plants waved gently in the depths. The waterfall
looked like a sheet of blue velour as it swished down. Its edges were hemmed with whipped-white
lines.
We could see a gaggle of geese grazing by the bank and the scene was picture perfect. A group of
Amazonian ferns, edged with saws teeth and statue still, added a tropical flavour. We stood under the
waterfall to cool down, but it was catacomb cold. It gave us goose bumps immediately. We ended
up quivering and shivering on the bank. The nectar sweet smell of the spring flowers perked up our
spirits. We had a cup of chocolate and it was Godlike after our moment of madness.

THE FOREST
A BASIC PARAGRAPH
The forest was tannin-brown. The grass was crispy under our feet. We looked up and the trees
were skyscraper tall. Hares were scampering away from us up ahead. The morning stars
were shining like silver snowflakes. Wood sorrel flecked the blanket of grass. We walked in and

out of shady glades. The peace of the morning was soul soothing. The forests smell was fresh
and organic. We picked some wild pears and they were meadow sweet.

CREATIVE PARAGRAPHS
The forest we entered was oak-brown and primitive. The grasses we stepped on
were crackly beneath our feet because of the recent dry spell. We were in awe of the size and
majesty of the trees. Their knotted arms rose ever upwards, as far as my head could lift. They
were hoary fortresses and stood proudly. The orchestra of birdsong we could hear from them
suddenly stopped. A pair of jays was screeching high up in the canopy of the trees. Jays are the
scavengers of the bird world. Their cruel, corvid eyes are always on the lookout for a feathered meal.
In the winter, they raid squirrel stores for their nuts, often damning them to starvation. They drifted
across our vision in a flash of flesh-pink and warlock-black, trying to size us up. That was the last we
saw of them, as they are a furtive bird, full of suspicion.
The morning stars peeped down at us like silver asters, glinting and shimmering. They looked happy
in their solar-silver isolation. We could see wild basil growing freely on the clumpy, mossy
mattress of the floor. The simpering wind carried a fragrance with it. It was spirit refreshing to smell
the mulchy mix of the forests perfume. We ate a few windfall apples and they were mead
sweet with a bitter twist. It was only after we got the stomach cramps that we regretted it.

WINTER
A BASIC PARAGRAPH
The snow was polar-white. The flogging squalls of winter blew loudly. Screeching
winds occasionally rose up. When they died, a tomb-like silence haunted the land. Flint-grey
skies oversaw the land. The bleak skies were depressing. Winter smothered the land with its vicelike grip. Malt liqueurs, taken to warm up chilled bodies, were a poor substitute for the sun. Sore
joints creaked and groaned like rusty hinges. The scent of creamy, mushroom volauvents floating through the house cheered us up.

CREATIVE PARAGRAPHS
The snow was zombie-white. Winters lacerating hurricanes and whining winds had come and
gone, leaving a terrible calmness. The skies above were an unholy mixture of shale-grey clouds
and pasty streaks. Callous winter was stifling the world with its icy breath.
I could see a group of kidults playing on a frozen pond. They stamped their frozen feet and thumped
their chilly bodies to warm up. Their ears caught fire and turned an icy-blue where their scarves
couldnt reach. Nose-icicles dripped from their frozen faces. Their wheezy, wind-filled lungs were
belching out steam as they itched and scratched at their raw skin. They started skating. They slipped,
slid and slithered on the polished ice. Hissing and swishing with their skates, they swooped and
whooped across the ice. Then they screamed as the ice broke. It must have felt like lances of fire
lighting up their skin as they fell in to the perishing cold water.
Their teeth were chattering when they crawled back out. They followed the oaken oven smells home
to warm up. I hoped that the yeasty beer would warm their hearts as their bodies were frozen

BLACK HAIR
midnight-black hair kohl-black hair
coral-black hair sable-black hair vulcanite-black hair
ebony-black hair moon shadow-black hair cobalt-black hair maw-black hair obsidian-black hair
1. Her hair was midnight-black and it flowed over her shoulders.
2. Her hair was kohl-black and it plunged over her shoulders.
SWEET LIPS
1. She had honey sweet lips. They were lilac soft.
2. She had saccharine sweet lips. They were blossom soft.

LEVEL 1: BASIC SENTENCES

1. She had a shapely figure. FIGURE
2. It was imp-thin. BODY
3. She was wasp-waisted. WAIST
4. She had glossy skin. COMPLEXION
5. She had slender eyebrows. EYEBROWS
6. Her eyelashes were velvety. EYELASHES
7. She had sea-nymph ears. EARS
8. She had a dainty nose. NOSE
9. She had shiny, halo-white teeth. TEETH
10. Her fingernails were varnished. FINGERNAILS
11. Her hair was molten-red. RED HAIR
12. Her hair was ebony-black. BLACK HAIR
13. Her hair was sunrise-gold. GOLD HAIR
14. She had coils of leaf-brown hair. BROWN HAIR
15. She had rapture-blue eyes. BLUE EYES
16. She had pouting lips. SHAPE OF LIPS
17. She had syrup-sweet lips. SWEET LIPS
18. She had a joyous personality. PERSONALITY
19. She had a soothing voice. SWEET VOICE
20. She wore grungy clothes. CLOTHES
LEVEL 2: A BASIC PARAGRAPH
She had a sculpted figure which was twine-thin. Her waist was tapered and she had a burnished
complexion. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes. Her delicate ears
framed a button nose. A set of dazzling, angel-white teeth gleamed as she blew gently on her
carmine-red fingernails. It was a pleasure to see her flowing, moon shadow-black hair. Her enticing,
constellation-blue eyes gazed at me over her puffy, heart shaped lips. Her lips tasted strawberry

sweet when I kissed her. She had a bouncy personality and a sugary voice, which I adored. Not
content to be just another drone, she wore vibrant clothes.
LEVEL 3: CREATIVE PARAGRAPHS
I first met her on a holiday to an exotic country. The moons delicate light had just turned the world aflame with silver when I saw her. She had a comely figure which was stem-thin. Her curvilinear waist
didnt surprise me as much as the saffron tint to her complexion. She must be a native, I thought to
myself. Her crescent shaped eyebrows inclined slightly as she saw me staring at her. I yelped at being
caught. Her languid eyelashes of velvet-black blinked once slowly, as if to invite me over.
When I came closer, I noticed her scrolled ears and her elegant nose. She nuzzled me with her nose
and I couldnt believe it. It was the custom for her people, I reckoned. It was love at first light. Her
luminous, heavenly-white teeth flashed as she pawed at me with her film star nails. Her hair was a
glorious tumble of star beam-gold and her virility-brown eyes set my heart a-thump. Her oxbow lips
positively drooled with goodness. Oh! Those sugar candy-sweet lips, her elegant personality, all
mesmerized me. She may not have had a saccharine voice or retro clothes, but what do you expect
when two Labrador pups meet in a dog pound?
LEVEL 4: ADVANCED PARAGRAPHS
Her Amazonian figure sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her
complexion had an impeccable, ochrous hue. Her pencil-thin eyebrows eased down gently to her
black, beetles-leg eyelashes. A sculptor could not have fashioned her seraphs ears and pixies nose
any better.
When she broke into a smile, her beguiling, oyster-white teeth lit up the room. It could jolt you like an
electric current when that megawatt smile gave you her full attention. Filed to perfection, her Venusred fingernails ran through her nougat-brown hair. Spools of it plunged around her photogenic face
and hid a swans neck, elegant and smooth. I loved her nebulous, Eden-green eyes which were asparkle with the joie de vivre. They were like two beryl-green jewels melted onto snow.
Her calamine-pink lips tasted like rose petals. It surprised me that they were plump and botox-boosted
as she had a demure, timorous personality. She whispered to me in a dulcet voice as sweet as any
songbird. Her voguish clothes still kept captive an aroma redolent of cinnamon and meadow-fresh
mint. It lingered in the room long after she had gone.