Descriptive Paragraphs

A village scene

The quaint slumbering village was a sight for sore eyes. The houses on stilts with thatched roofs were arranged in a linear fashion behind barbed wire fences. Nestled amidst a backdrop of rolling hills and lush green forest, it was a perfect haven for those who wanted to get away from the claustrophobic city and hustle bustle of the town. From a distance, cows stood chewing grass and swishing their tails while a small herd of buffalo was wallowing in a muddy pond, enjoying its coolness in the stifling heat. The women folk, clad in their vermilion sarongs, gathered around. Chewing betel leaves, they sat hunched while exchanging the latest gossips. Meanwhile, the men in t-shirts clinging to their backs and drenched with perspiration, settled down to mend their fishing nets and repair their boats just a stone’s throw away from their houses. The kids were having a whale of time playing hide and seek in the yard. It was a perfect picture of harmony and tranquility.

Good weather

It was a perfect morning. As the moon made its hasty retreat, the sun peered slowly over the hills, spreading its light over the valleys and open plains. It appeared in all its various conflagrations of hues and splendour. A cacophony of sounds assaulted my ears: the chirping of a multitude of birds, the shrill crowing of the cocks and the din of conversation between my father and his client in the garden. I woke up sluggishly and made a beeline for the bathroom. Ripples of coldness were sent spiraling from the tip of my toe to the nape of my neck as my feet touched the linoleum-covered floor. Donning my Burton cardigan and Levi’s jeans, I went downstairs.

Young woman

Hannah was a petite slender lady in her early twenties. She had an egg-shaped and freckled-free face. With an aquiline nose, rosy cheeks, auburn permed hair, lustrous eyes and ruby red lips, she would definitely look radiant and gorgeous donning her favourite Roxy dress and Vanale Imir suede mules. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, Hannah could easily get what she wanted including an expensive Prada tote. However, despite of all the luxury she had been living in, she was a humble, amiable and conscientious lady. Furthermore, with her statuesque figure, men of all ages and creed were drawn to her, especially after smelling a whiff of her Christian Dior perfume.

Description of beach/seaside

The soft silky sand, swaying coconut palms, vast expanse of shimmering emerald waters and picturesque scenery made the beach unrivalled by others. The wind was never at rest. There were times it murmured and whispered into my ears, caressed my cheeks and ruffled my hair. There were also times when it shrieked and howled making my hair stand on its end. The sky was a kaleidoscope of colours as red, pink, blue and orange kites thronged the boundless horizon. In the distance, numerous fishing boats could be seen as the sea was the bread and butter of the villagers here. Squeals and peals of laughter could be heard as children played happily in the water.

Mean guy

Mack was a paunchy man with bloodshot eyes and a bulbous nose. With disheveled hair and thick protruding lips, he looked as if he was a cantankerous criminal when he wore his tattered shirt and torn faded jeans. He had a mischievous grin which revealed a set of yellowish uneven teeth. During his school years, he was the most detestable boy in the class. He was an incorrigible prankster whose impish behavior was a source of irritation and annoyance to his classmates especially the girls. He never changed or thought about turning over a new leaf.