Showcase - Writing prompt - Island - Vaidehi

Great writing, Vaidehi!
Very good visualization and description. You have painted a nice picture with words.
Keep it up!

I peered through my binoculars as I tried to navigate the island. There it was my own island, approximately three kilometres away, looking dazzling above the crystal clear, blue ocean. As we approached the island, I gave a cue to my assistant to disembark.

Water rushed onto the island, an almost perfect circle. I could see palm trees shaking as if busily painting the sky with balls of water hanging down from them. Due to weariness which had formed in my body, I settled under a palm tree and soon fell asleep.

I woke up with the smile of the sun and the abundance of sand surrounding me. The sand was utterly rough and lying down on it stung my back. Small fish leaped from the sandy shores of the island to the depths of the ocean. The island was pretty decent so why had the people sold it to me for only five dollars? This question irked me greatly, formed waves in my mind giving me a hard time. I decided to go on a small expedition across the island.

I ambled on the sweltering sand of the island looking all around. Then something caught my eye. At a far distance I could view serpents of smoke. This indicated that a human was present on the island. When I reached the place from where the smoke had originated, I was startled to find a witch preparing a broth in a cauldron. Her hair fell on her eyes like curtains. She had a long, pointed nose and blood-red lips. She wore a purple hat which matched her scary costume.

She glanced at me from head to toe. I tried to communicate with her asking her about the island. She replied to me that she had been living on this island for thirty five years. This island was cursed to have bad luck. Very bad spirits, blood-thirsty vampires, snake-women, giants, ghosts and many other creatures lived on this island. She also told me that if I do not leave the island by sunset I would be trapped in here forever. 

Now I understood why the owners had sold this island to me for five dollars!! I got really scared, ran, got all my belongings and boarded my ship. I swore that I would never come back to this island again.

Showcase - Picture prompt - Nithin

Description in the writing explores the background, pans around the room and then zooms into the subject of this portrait.
Very good spatial organization in writing.

Good work, Nithin! Keep it up!

 

Clocks of all shapes and sizes covered the wall. The wall was a light beige color with the texture of wood. Old posters and mirrors, in mint condition, were also placed on the wall. The room had a musky smell to it. There were several pictures of the family of a woman, placed on a glass coffee table. Next to the coffee table there was a desk painted a charcoal black. On the right most end of the desk there was a hand embroidered handkerchief. Behind the desk sat an elderly lady. She wore a white jacket and a pearl necklace. She had small, round glasses over her eyes and her hair was a light shade of orange. She had a reminiscent look on her face and was deeply lost in thought.

 

Showcase - Vocabulary Word List 2 - Nithin

A story using 5 vocabulary words:

veritable, hypocrite, cello, connoisseur, sceptical

“A school orchestra,” Evan said skeptically. He was a connoisseur of the cello but doubted that amateurs such as a school orchestra would please him. “Saturday night, 8:10 P.M at the Hudson Lakeside School. Whatever, I’ll go. Besides I don’t have anything else to do.”

On the night of the performance, he wore his favorite suit and striped tie.  As he walked into the auditorium, he still had doubts about the performance. “Humph ...... I wish I had something else to do,” he thought. The auditorium had red walls and the stage was made of wood. All the performers were nicely seated holding their instruments. Among them was a shy boy with orange hair and freckles carrying a cello. Evan thought that this was a good sign as he absolutely loved the cello.

The vice principal gave a long boring speech to begin the performance. When the orchestra began, Evan immediately felt a burst of joy within him. He loved the performance, and especially the cellists. The audience’s excitement was palpable. As they finished, he shouted, “Bravo, it was wonderful.”

While walking out, he met a reporter. “That performance was terrible. What do you think?” the reporter said. “It was not quite up to the standards I expected,” Evans said, not wanting to ruin his reputation as a critic. Now he was a veritable hypocrite.