Hi Everyone,
Sorry for the delay! I was feeling a bit "under the weather" due to a head cold this weekend.
Take your character and describe a setting as seen by that person. For example, how does a girl like the one Guo is writing see the world around her? You may write in the third person (he or she . . .) as it is easier.
Give at least two details that appeal to the senses (something we see and something we hear for example). Make the place very specific (one location will help you with your description). The details should reflect the personality of the character (a place he or she would like to go).
Write about 125 to 150 words.
Enjoy the rain, rain, rain . . .
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A funny girl
The moment she walked in the dusky club house tea room, she felt men’s eyes fall on her fashionable appearance. “It is another typical Wednesday afternoon scenery,” she thought. Here and there, groups of golfers were chattering over beer mugs on the tables. Some of them were lazily watching the T.V. screen in the corner of the room. She turned her face toward the sunny window side and found some ladies were talking in Japanese. “Here they are! “ It was the only chance she could talk in her mother language and she realized it was the only reason she joined this Japanese Canadian Senior Golf Club. With a little bit of a smile, she walked though toward them. Though the window, she noticed the colour of the trees had changed to yellow. “Winter is coming, “she though. “ So do I ,” she sighed.
Sorry everyone for not providing the occasional example. Thanks Masaru for your good effort. Here's one of mine . . .
A Man on the Line
He walked slowly. Around his neck a placard said, “Sam’s Strike; CUPE Local 15.” Across the street, he noticed the construction workers were off for the day. Watching the two new houses go up had been something to do as he made yet another circuit of the community centre. The grass didn’t look bad, around here at least, just a bit raggy and nothing that his mower couldn’t take care of in five minutes, tops. As he passed the garbage bin at the back of the ice rink, he noted with disgust that it was full of the white plastic bags most people use for kitchen garbage. The crows had been pecking at the bags, spreading styrofoam fast food containers everywhere. Nice counterpoint to the pile of evergreen bows someone had left a couple of nights before, he thought. Idiots! And then someone had set the pile on fire, melting the asphalt in a three meter wide circle. He resumed his pointless walk around the closed-now-for-ten weeks community centre.
once a time, her boyfriend and she invited me to a night club.Both of them were my classmates in the secondary school,and they are both change a lot.
My usual costume were too prim in the club,and I shocked them all.In that place "the strange looking girl"looked not very prominent,for their actions had broken all the taboos away. One girl, coming to her and toasted her, just covered a thing no more than a bikini on her body.she already over drunk. When she closed to us , a gust of smell mixed alcohol and perfume almost choked me.The hall was big and dim, and there were many small dens and corners suitable for billing and cooing.But the stage was bright on highlight.A group of girls played their belly dance on the stage, and they almost wore nothing too. The brass band played "modern music" crazily. The drums and big cymbals were beaten loudly. The sound made me deafen. The dirty air that full of cigar smoke, alcohol vapor and the smell of perfume, made me vomit.I can't bore it any more,so I said good-bye to my classmates and ran away.
After supper, Louie walks around the park near his house. This has been his habit since he suffered from diabetes two years ago. It is hot and humid, such rarely happens in Vancouver at the summer time. T-shirt and short pants are his favorite outfit at this season. He gets all wet after two rounds, so he stops to wipe the sweat. Looking around the park, a familiar face comes to his sight: The strange old man. Everyone calls him with this name, and no body knows what his name is. With the invariable dark coat and baseball cap, he seems not to feel the weather’s change. Louie looks at the glassy-eyed old man, and he tries to get the answers for that questions which puzzle him a long time.
Good Looking, so what?
My Iranian classmate yesterday told me: “You are good looking.” So what? My boyfriend said so every day. The good looking is nothing. I have to live on my own. Actually I hate my part-time job here, how come I could be a good student, in the mean time making money for my living as my parents expected? I notice people passing by me stare at my new “Samesonite” luggage, which is a birthday present from my parents. They know I love famous brands. It is over-sized to a college student but I feel cool when I pack my book stuff into it every day. Have you noticed that people turn their eyes on good looking girls when it is raining outside? I would prefer people to enjoy the scent of my new “Miracle Forever” perfume, rather than look at my “good looking” face. 146 words.
In 2007, only six years after arriving in Vancouver, Maria had managed to get from Vancouver exactly what she'd hoped - a new life. She was runing her own buisneas, she had a perfect family and her reputation as succesful writer was recognized throughout comunity. With her big brown eyes, her blond hear, and her gorgeous long legs she is the dream for many men.
Today she is walking in the rain without a heat or an umbrella. The sounds of her steps is knitting the sounds of the rain.
The fresh air is penetrating in her body, making her to relax.The moon's sad face is reflecting in the mirror of a small puddle. An old man is walking solitary in the night. Like shadows of Teuton Knights the trees border the street. A delicate wind is playing with her pink shawl. Like tiny dimonds the drops of the rain glow on the leavs. In this quietand pacefull atmospher her thoughts are flying towards the Paris nights.
Setting and my character of “ Marching for Politics?”
Following the sunset, the colorful sky will soon become dark. The trails among the apartment buildings are quiet. cedars or various trees flank the trails. Sometimes squirrels are leaping and running between the trees and trails. Breeze brings cedar's scent streaming on the air. People stroll with their partners or walk their dogs leisurely. Such an ideal environment motivates me to settle here in the future.
I usually enjoy a walk on the trails after supper. What surprise me is that Canadian fashion is quite casual. I imagined a society under Capitalism would support a life of luxury. Seeing is believing. I wonder how they compare their Capitalism to Communism. Although I come from a Communist country, my modern style represents the prosperity of my country. Therefore, wherever I go, I will not only show them my modernity and wealth, but I will also claim my sincere loyalty to my Communist party.
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Only six years after arriving in Vancouver, she managed to get what she’d hoped –a new life. She was running her own business, she had a perfect family, and her reputation as successful writer. With big brown eyes, gold blond hear, and gorgeous legs she is the dream for many men. Today she is walking in the rain. A delicate wind is playing with her yellow shawl, refreshing her perfume. The long, black dress is wet making her more attractive. Her thoughts are flying towards the Paris nights. 88 words
I cut many sentences because there was atmosphere but not a good portret
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