Sunday, October 18, 2020

The Volcano (Pobble 365 Writing)


The Volcano


 KABOOM!! The volcano that had been latent for hundreds of years had aroused from its sleep. Scorching lava spews rapidly out of the mountain like a raging fire. The last of the snow that blanketed the mountain started to melt away. Dark ash clouds contaminate and blacken the violet sky, making it hard to see or breathe. The smell of the ash makes people’s eyes water causing their eyesight to blur. It looks like a fierce dragon ready to strike. Then all of a sudden, lightning violently strikes as if the volcano wasn’t enough. It looks like a hand suddenly reaching out to take something. The bold black mountains blend in with the beautiful scenery in the background. The scorching heat of the fire made me feel like I was in a raging hot oven. 


Here I was standing in the middle of a volcanic eruption for the first time in my life!! I feel horrified. Who gets to have a once in a lifetime experience whilst being on the verge of death?” I ask myself.


Wednesday, September 9, 2020

Wind Chimes (Reading)

The Race (Description)


 

The Race (Description)


The participants of the race run, feeling tired and dirty. Some of the children look like they are flying as they jump over the hurdles. Parents are looking out eagerly for their kids. Everyone is cold and wishes to be in a cosy blanket with a soothing cup of hot chocolate. Feet and shoes splash in the messy mud. I can see trees gently swaying in the distance. The spectators are all in warm clothing to stay warm in the cold breeze. What was once spikey green grass is now just a muddy mush. Some people fold their arms to maintain their body heat. I see the athletes jumping over the hurdles and running with all the energy left in their exhausted bodies. They are all eager to win and try their best to and do the best that they can. The clouds cover up the sun that makes the weather all cold and breezy. Muddy puddles are scattered across the vast field. I can faintly hear branches and leaves rustling in the distance. As runners run, they leave behind muddy footprints that slowly disappear in the icky mud. In the distance, are lime-green public toilets. It looks quite old and shaggy. The crowd nervously watches on to see who will win. A boy in blue shorts and a blonde-brown coloured hair takes lead. His fellow competitors are hot on his tail. The runners are all working hard and putting in all their effort. 

Personally, if I were one of the runners, I wouldn't have been able to complete the whole race. The runners must have very strong stamina's to run such a long race. They did very well and tried their best.