LIFE or DEATH

We are learning to use different languages in our writing like example metaphor, simile and idiom. We have to write a descriptive story from a picture we have picked Did you think you have done well? Yes I think I did and I have done my very best. Did you enjoy it? Yes I did and I love writing and I have been thinking a lot for what my story would be like.

Life or Death

The white fog drifted slowly yet steadily across the dismal  air as it traveled around us. It surrounded the gloomy sea that it looked as if it was misty and  mysterious . The mysterious  sea was salty and was a dark navy blue. It was as blue as the universe which lightly swished in the blowing of the moaning wind. The wind was gentle like a flower  and quiet like the dead of silence but not for very long…

Suddenly, somewhere in the dark sunless distance of the dangerous sea, lights were flickering like big glowing eyes as if they were watching you. They weren’t torches or any other but lanterns that hung swiftly and solidly on the handles of the vessel that looked like long branches. The vessel itself was a centuries old. It was as old as a dead fossil that lies under the earth and as dark as fear and trouble. The creaking of the vessel echoed around the strangers but  the vessel was steadily sailing, floating on the waters of mystery and danger for it was danger the people of the vessel were frightened of. They were all dressed in inky black that made them look like goths  and witches  the looks of their faces were anxiety and concern for they know that sailing on the vessel felt like they were sailing for a thousand years not knowing what is surrounding them and what’s after them.

Promptly the weather began to be different. The cold bitter and sharp breeze came to the vessels distance  as it slapped ones face. Waves began to turn towards them and the roar of the blaring thunder was presented to them. Rapidly all the strange members got out their boring umbrellas. They were as boring as plain rock and as black as wickedness for they know trouble was coming after them. However, the umbrellas were no help for they have been blowing in all directions of nowhere into the deep blue ocean. They were all panicked-stricken for terror was coming over them. They all looked and gasped. The deep blue ocean was hungry, slowly yet steadily trying to swallow the old wooden vessel that was gruffy and had swamp-green mould across the vessels handrail. The people of the vessel watched with terror and dread as they were dreading about the monster off the wave. “It’s life or death” one said “It’s life or DEATH”. Somehow a miracle has prospered for the monster had settled down.

The sea swished the vessel again and the strangers of the vessel sailed along the dangerous sea that felt like a thousand years  and the fresh ocean air came back to them. Again the vessel or ship sailed swiftly on the salty sea and was drifting, drifting that again, which felt like a thousand years of travelling...