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Travel writing - describing my local area.

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´╗┐Travel writing The weather was very bitter and gloomy in mid December. The weather had suddenly changed during the afternoon, the rain was falling profoundly and the dark sky was like it had been covered in black soot, rain was spitting violently. I felt extremely abandoned; I went out onto the dark pathway around dusk and looked at the bright lights flickering in the distance. I could make out they were traffic lights. I made my way back across the pavement as I walked I could feel the breeze crawl over every inch of my body it made me shiver, I could hear in the narrow distance behind me the footsteps of people walking behind me at the same unhurried pace I was going, I could even hear the sounds of my own feet dragging themselves across the ground. I could see many road signposts in the distance I couldn?t read them as they were cloaked up in the murky mist. I made my way towards the traffic lights impatiently waiting for the lights to change quickly from green then amber to red and as they changed I could hear the beeping sounds echo down my ear drum until I crossed the road, when I crossed I could feel the eyes of the impatient drivers waiting for me to hastily ...read more.


of beer inside the pubs the doors of the pub were ajar letting people scurry inside and out, the pub was finely decorated and ornaments placed around inside. I could feel the essence of the welcoming and friendly atmosphere that surrounded the pub, people smiling and chatting away as if they had no worries and gave me a relaxed and chilled feeling. I walked down my road it was all the way toward the other end where I lived, where my house was. I was feeling very tired. I was getting restless with every step towards the house, I began to walk down the slanting road towards my house as I walked I became tired with each step I took, suddenly the wind began to blow in my direction, my hair began to move wildly in the opposite direction the wind was moving my hair tossed and become all tangled and messed. I was walking past the graveyard I was very dark one the most oldest and most scariest graveyard its was very big and haunting I could see beyond the tress that stood firmly on the ground that the graveyard carried on for miles until I saw the squire poking out at the top of the church. ...read more.


and I describe the sort of things I can see to help the reader visualise and create an image of the sorts of things that are down there. The phrase ?Dark hefty luminous shadows in the dim light.? This is a ambiguous sentence I have tries to create a unusual atmosphere in the piece when I?m walking past the alleyway also ?bins ruled up against the wall? explains to the reader the types of things that are inside the alley, and I try to give a very ambiguous image of the place as its is very hard to full describe. When the travel writing piece gets to the part where I am walking past the pub it completely changes the mood is this piece as I describe people as, ?smiling and chatting away. I also describe how I?m feeling as shown in the words, ?I could feel the essence of the welcoming and friendly atmosphere that surrounded the pub.? This phrase can be contrasted to the sentence in the first paragraph which is, ?I could feel the breeze crawl over every inch of my body it made me shiver.? These two phrases could be contrasted as they differ completely as it has showed how the writer?s mood has changed completely and this can be contrasted with each other. Samia Ahmed 12Y ...read more.

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