Looking outside the window
Barry stared at the disgusting burger. Outside the dirty window, a wind swept across the tiny town. Cars purred by and on the promenade, creased papers tumbled along, driven by the wind. The sea rolled up the horrible beach, crashing against the spiky rocks that fringed the dangerous shoreline.
Barry stared at the burger. Outside the tinted window, a wind swept across the lovely town. Cars purred by and on the promenade, clean papers tumbled along, driven by the wind. The sea rolled up the beautiful beach, crashing against the multicoloured rocks that fringed the wonderful shoreline.
Great blog post! You painted such vivid pictures with your words. I especially loved the contrasting descriptions of the town and beach in the beginning and end paragraphs. It got me wondering, what inspired you to use such descriptive language for these particular settings?
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