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Friday, February 8, 2013

Sky Audio Descriptive Advert - Painting Pictures With Words


After viewing the descriptive video above, write your own descriptive sentence or sentences below. Be sure to put your first name at the end of your picture perfect sentence.  
Once you have posted your sentence or sentences pick your favourite and turn it into a Painting With Words.

9 comments:

  1. Walking through the dark, damp woods we scramble towards a tiny flicker of light. The hard dark roots of the trees catching my feet. The little light fire blazing like a torch. Then we stumble upon a campsite with the fire still going, but it was abandoned. We were as lonliey as ever.

    -Lindsay

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  2. Creeping through the ink-black, thorn filled forest, I inch toward the only light in the visible spectrum in the hole forest. Almost invisible branches scrape my face, drawing a small amount of blood. The light is small, but, while I have been stuck in this forest for days upon days, I imagined it as the light of a cabin. It was simply the final embers of a abandoned campfire. There was, to a sad groan that escaped from my mouth, nobody there... -AIDAN

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  3. Walking through a city, noise is everywhere, trucks roaring down the street, people talking and walking. A tree is right beside me, it's leaves dead and lifeless, it's roots begging for some water and sun. The towering buildings and the lack of cleanliness refrains it from growing, it sits there dying slowly. Across the street I see a poster in red and black letters saying "Plant more trees it saves the earth". I start to ponder, instead of planting more trees lets first take care of the ones that are living, my gaze refocuses on the cracked leafless tree.... Christopher

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  4. Walking along a dark twisty road, almost giving up, there it was. What I was looking for for about 10 years. The biggest diamond in the world, seeming to sparkle and glow in the dark eerie night. I reached out to touch it, to check if it was real, and it was...

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  5. Running keep running, through dark night, the animals loud in my ears, I look back I see a dark figure chasing me the wind howling, I run into a forest I look back, it's still there I keep running shoving leaves out of my way, then a big branch I hit it, then I'm on the ground I see the dark figure above looking down then I see his face it was my friend and he says "dude I've been chasing you for an hour, why were you running away?" selye Unscramble

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  6. I was skating down the ice at a blazing speed with the puck barely keeping up with me, and I beat on of the defenseman who were left on the stone cold ice not knowing what had hit them. I rush in on the other defence man, and deke him out too. I power in on the goalie, put the puck through my legs and flip it in and we win the stanley cup...

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  7. The clip-clop of horses' hoves. The soft pitter-patter of rain on the grand windows. A fire crackles and pops and a spray of ashes lets loose. All is calm and peaceful. I'm walking down the cobblestone path, and suddenly one of those new motor cars breaks the silence. It wizzes right pass me. What a shock! I am arriving at the grand place. A short, stalky footman greats me with a delighted smile. The ball has begun!
    Katherine

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  8. The path I was following began to dissaper into the deep dark woods. The trees long, sharp branches, brushed against my arms. I pulled out my compass it felt cold in my hand the red needle was spinning around in circles. I began to panick which was back? I continued forward the branches looked like arms reaching out to grab me. Finally, I stumbled into the grassy clearing and there was a boy with bright glowing eyes...

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