Class 7 have been working on using descriptive writing skills in their Travel Writing unit of work. Here Sarah demonstrates fantastic use of sensory and figurative language to create a vivid account of visiting a fun-fair.
As the sun peeks over the funfair, revealing the vibrant colours, a river of elated tourists and families flood the area. Rides elbow each other as plain, dull buildings stare them down in disapproval in the clustered city of Tokyo.
The cheery rainbow stalls are surrounded by eager families skittering around like buzzing bees. Lazily rotating, the Ferris wheel screeches, refusing to acknowledge the whoops and demands to halt the structure. Not even the lovestruck couple atop the very highest point of the ferris wheel can avoid the buzzing and chatter of the crowd down below.
A boy’s hazelnut eyes fix on popping popcorn as the stall prances and showers the surrounding customers with snow-white puffy bits of popcorn, The aroma lingers stubbornly in the air; the slightly burnt and crispy scent of the delicious snack snakes through the crowd, luring desperate customers to overwhelm the small stall. A chocolate brown wave of hair blows in the wind like a field of grass as he stuffs his hands in his faded jeans, hoping for some change. Some crumpled, worn-out bills fall limply to the popcorn-spotted floor, which the boy grabs and grins as he receives his overflowing tub of clouds. The crunchy snack crackles in his mouth satisfyingly.
White knuckles clutch the railings for dear life as uncombed sooty hair falls over wide, chestnut-brown eyes. The father’s shockingly yellow shorts and mismatching blue, slick-with-sweat shirt makes him look funky and carefree. His breathing quickens as he glances around desperately at the packer rollercoaster. Next to him, his daughter giggles nonchalantly as her sunset pink dress billows around her tiny body and her jet-black hair cascades over her shoulders and curves around her round face like a waterfall. Her father clenches his jaws as a chill creeps down his spine. The rollercoaster speeds head-first towards the ground. He screams.
The day whizzes by like a bullet. Slowly but steadily growing faster, the river of families and couples pours out of the funfair. As the sun calmu lowers itself to the earth, the orange and pink sky highlights the dimly lit rides and empty stalls as abandoned wrappers blow aimlessly around the deserted funfair. Not a sound is heard as the sky finally swallows the light, leaving the funfair pitch black to rise the next day.