Lily’s English – Term 2 – Creative Writing – July Perfection – Final

Quarantine Work

Monday 20th of April 2020 and Wednesday 22nd of April 2020 and Thursday 23rd of April 2020 and Friday the 24th of April 2020

Creative Writing – Winter

July has some pretty distinct weather. Write about a perfect July day. 

Used Ideas:                            

• Pink and orange filled the sky as the sun woke up and rose above the jiggardy mountain tops. 
• Snow covered the grass like a warm fluffy blanket. 
• The cold breeze ran down my spine and left goosebumps. 
• The pine trees had sheets of snow layered on their branches like weights. 
• Naughty Kea’s
• Snow cookies rolling down the hill
• Views looking like a picture
• Trees glistening

• Snow sparking from the sunshine
• Icicles hanging like streamers
• Taste of marshmallows and hot chocolate
• Snowflakes fluttering down

Unused ideas:

• Mountains rising high
• Skiis gliding down the mountain
• My breath was like a cloud of smoke as I breathed in the atmosphere. 

Beep, Beep, Beep! It was the day of the getaway. I stumbled out of bed and drew my curtains. My hair was tangled and it felt like a birds nest. As I peered out my window I saw the most gorgeous view. Pink and orange was smeared across the sky. It was like someone had gotten a paint brush and painted strokes of colours in the air. The shades of pink blended down the sky like an ombre. The orange was splattered across the sky, with little dots everywhere. The sun was just waking up and rising above the ridges of the mountains and the rays began to glow. It had snowed all night and it had covered the mountains like a big fleece blanket. It looked like a winter wonderland from a movie. Mountains perfectly shaped with the snow covering it delicately. 

We all piled into the car like a herd of sheep and drove to the log cabin for the long weekend. The roads winded through the ranges going up then down up and down like a rollercoaster. It was where I could take myself away and be living in the moment. Surrounded by severe mountains and tall old pine trees was our family getaway nestled in the snow. The severe mountains rose above the little wood cabin like invading monsters. The pine trees that we were surrounded by hid the cabin like guards. They stood their ground and towered over the cabin. It was so hidden that no one would have ever known it was there. As we pulled up freshly groomed trails and skiis awaited. Clip Clip! Went my bindings and we were off! The snow under my skis crunched as I smoothed the snow behind me. We were sitting on the chair lift all rugged up, as the snow glistened in the sunlight below us. Icicles dangled down from the chair like party streamers. The sun reflected off them like a mirror. The first run of the morning sent tingles of joy throughout my body. The wind blew in my hair as I zoomed through the powder. Snow cookies followed my trail and raced down the mountain, increasing in their size rapidly. The view below us was picture perfect. It was a perfect day in July!

The smell of hot chocolate filled the atmosphere. It was like a childhood dream. I took a sip and the sweat tentation bubbled in my tummy. My taste buds tingled as the sugar rushed through my throat. The gooey melted marshmallow oozed in my mouth as I swallowed it. It was like a sugar rush! Keas squawked around us and their beautiful bright coloured wings flapped in the sky. They did loop de loops chasing after one another. The churn of the ski lift echoed in the distance, as it was loading skiers and boarders. Grey storm clouds were beginning to form in the alps. They were huddled in the jiggardy mountain tops and the lighting began to dim. Moments later snowflakes were fluttering to the ground like ballet dancers. Pine trees had sheets of snow layered on their branches like weights. Snow started falling quite rapidly and we all hauled into the car. 

It was a cold drive back to the cabin, all of us frozen like ice blocks. The bitter atmosphere ran down my spine and left goosebumps. We cranked the heater and eventually my fingers and toes started to thaw out. The thought of sitting in front of a nice warm fire made the drive longer. As we drove down the driveway the smoke coming out of the chimney swirled into the air like a tornado. The storm clouds were extremely thick and moody and began to rumble. A strike of lightning zapped across the sky like a lightsaber. Mum was creating magic in the kitchen and the tangy tomato soup smells wafted into the lounge. Followed by garlic and toasted butter smells. As we gathered around the fireplace and enjoyed our scrumptious dinner. Red and orange flames glowed in our eyes. The warmth hit me like a wave as the storm was brewing outside. This was in my mind a perfect July day!