Quarantine Work
Monday 20th of April 2020 and Wednesday 22nd of April 2020
Creative Writing – Winter
July has some pretty distinct weather. Write about a perfect July day.
Used Ideas: To change/improve
- 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 thWe getaway. I stumbled out of bed and drew my curtains. What a sight it was. Pink and orange filled the sky. The sun was just waking up and rising above the jiggardy mountain tops. It had snowed all night and it had covered the mountains like a big fluffy blanket.
We all piled into the car like a herd of sheep and drove to the log cabin for the long weekend. 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. As we pulled up freshly groomed trails and skiis awaited. Clip Clip! Went my bindings and we were off! 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. 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. The view below us was picture perfect. It was a perfect day in July!
The smell of hot chocolates filled the atmosphere. I took a sip and the sweat tentation bubbled in my tummy. The gooey melted marshmallow oozed in my mouth as I swallowed it. Keas squawked around us and their beautiful bright coloured wings flapped in the sky. The churn of the ski lift echoed in the distance. Grey storm clouds were beginning to form in the alps. 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!
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