Asyiqin - Santi: Descriptive Writing 3

Asyiqin's Version:

Gems of multi-coloured rain gleamed as they flowed down the tinted glass of the church windows. The faded grey, fissured walls of the building blended in with the flourishing shrubs of ruby red, sapphire blue and amethyst purple flora surrounding it and the sparkling diamonds in the night sky.

Santi’s Version:

The tinted glass of the untainted sanctuary allowed the gentle sky to cry shedding its tears of spectrum onto it. The wrinkled walls of the church skinned itself with the bright, blooming buds – shone by the night’s twinkling eyes.

Raihan: Descriptive Writing 2

Task: Descriptive Writing 2

The golden light gently touches Fender’s silver strings; the bronze tone did not forget to leave its mark on the vinyl records lining up the walls. Like wallpaper, the records did not stand the test of time. Broken bits, pieces and fragments, mounting the floor like black patches of tar. Music sheets covered every corner of the room, the complete ones anyway. Surprisingly, the incomplete ones are neatly stacked near the queen – size floral bed. That same yellow reflection softly brushes the black and white keys of Yamaha and there lay Dee Minor and cuddled up, white and purring.

Raihan - Asyiqin: Descriptive Writing

Task: Descriptive Writing 3

“White pearls of ice slowly flake off the crimson red buds. Surprisingly the thorns are also stained with the warm blood drops.”

Dk Nur Raihan Pg Mohamad

“Sparkling shards of frozen flakes cracked off the scarlet rose buds. The poison – covered thorns of the rose’s stalk were tainted with the same shade as the sleeping flower.”

Siti Nurul Asyiqin Bt Abdul Khalid

Raihan: Descriptive Writing

Task: Descriptive Writing

The orange setting blends with the sapphire sea, as I sat on the rough, wooden bench that squeaked every now and then with any slight movement. I could barely hear the rustling of the leaves behind me as the families were clearing up their barbecue sets and packing up their things while their children, in their multi-colored swimsuits, took one last jump into the cool blue sea. Laughter, clatter and splashes filled the scene while I walked on the warm sands, looking at the different sizes of footprints and dull- colored shells. This amused me for a second as I stood and thought that the footprints were much more interesting than the seashells.

Raihan: A Room Full of Love

Love notes arranged in a scatterly manner across the mauve face of the four-sided box. Light, gentle music flows hand in hand with the vanilla scent of the flickering candles that whisper sweet messages: “I love you”, “I miss you”, “Be mine”. C - A minor - F - G on a loop, strummed by a pair of soft hands whose features are illuminated by the dancing flames. Clear, untouched eyes rest upon the pictures with the jeweled frames, scarlet red, gold and pink ribbons lay untangled and naked on the warm silky bed sheets.

Velvet curtains drown the sunlight so the room retains its life for passion and romance. Cranberries, strawberries, raspberries, jam-filled croissants decorate the ivory coffee table engraved with hearts and angels holding bows and arrows.

Also on the porcelain table, sits the red, white, yellow and even blue bouquets. Chunks of white and dark chocolate coated candy, half eaten and randomly picked, await their turn in envy as the caramel ones are almost finish. Even the mounted, scented cards sit patiently for their time to be read and awed upon.