- What is your favorite color? What are three of your favorite colors?
My favorite color is Black. Three other colors I like are White, and Gray
- How would you describe at least one of these colors to someone who had never seen it?
I would describe white. White is like the color of your teeth, and the color of the outer part of you eyes.
- What are two or three of your favorite smells?
Pineapples, Coffee, and high octane race fuel are some of my favorite smells.
- What are two or three of your least favorite smells?
BO (body odor), Tequila
- How would you describe one of these to someone who is unfamiliar with it?
Pineapples: sweet, tangy, juicy, plump,
- What are two or three of your favorite tastes?
Pineapple, Chocolate,
- What are two or three of your least favorite tastes?
Onions, Peppers, Celery
- Describe one of these to a stranger, someone who has never experienced the taste?
Chocolate: Rich, smooth, milky, creamy
- What are two or three of your favorite sounds?
Train, Rain
- What are two or three of your least favorite sounds?
Crying, screaming
- Describe one of these?
Screaming: Loud, high pitched, pricing, earsplitting
- What are two or three of your favorite texture?
Fleece, Cotton, Silk
- What are two or three of your least favorite?
Wool, sand paper, plywood
- Describe one of these?
Cotton: soft, smooth, lite, clean
- Take all of the above examples of your descriptions and compile them into one well-developed paragraph in which you are describing a particular place, such as a room. Perhaps you will add narrative to this paragraph to tie everything together. Remember the importance of time and place.
As I awake in my jersey t-shirt sheets with my electric blanket set to around 5, I don’t want to get out of my warm comforting queen size bed. But I have to. I roll over to my loud obnoxious alarm and turn it off from it’s extreme announcing sound or buzz, buzz, buzz. Oh how I wish I would just break down and buy a new alarm clock with a radio. I turn to place my tired and very relaxed legs on my creamy sand like carpet. Stand and stretch out my arms to finish waking up while moaning and groaning comes from my mouth. Walk with my eyes still consomed with sleep and vision blurred to the bathroom. As I step on to the cold and hard tile floor I know my day is about to begin. Taking a very warm and steamy shower refreshes me and my skin I began my day.
The bodies were brought to Reykjavik aboard an Icelandic fishing vessel. As the boat docked, bells tolled throughout the city and two thousand citizens stood silently at quayside. On a farm fifty miles north of the capital, near where the Pourquoi Pas had wrecked, as six-year old girl named Asta, who would someday become a writer, learned about the sinking of the ship. And a part of the ship, a beautiful piece of reddish wood painted blue, came drifting into the lagoon next to the farm called Litla Hraun
–Charles Fergus, Summer at Little Lava: A Season at the Edge of the World
