descriptive writing about a market place
FOR TEACHING AND WRITING ESSAYS AND TRANSACTIONAL TEXTS English Grades 10 – 12 Home language Fist Additional Language Second Additional Language CONTENTS TYPE OF TEXT PAGE 1. Introduction 4 2. Process writing 4 3. Essays: Kinds of essays 5 3.1. Narrative essay 5 3.2. Descriptive essay 6 3.3 Expository essay 6 3.4 Argumentative essay 7 3.5. Discursive essay 7 3.6. Reflective essay 8 4. Transactional Writing 9 4.1 Longer
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Each child went straight to the toy stalls, desperately wanting sometime new, the joy only lasted a few moments before shattered. Parents worriedly rushed to get their children, apologizing to the stall owner, and then continuing with the bargain hunting! The sight of a busy market place is just one too see for yourself! Outside the market, only streamlined cars were parked, with some which waited outside having open roofs as the mild shadowy shine of the sunset subsided. Standing in the shade was a mother and her young boy, both cluttered around in a diameter of shopping bags. The young boy seemed particularly fond of his new spider-man toy, being the only bag he held. He swung its large rectangular box in fast-speed windmill motions ? trying to cool his mother with the breeze of the air as they waited in boredom for the taxi. . read more.
She then swirled her head, and glanced within the translucent doors of the market opposite of her. To her surprise, the Fairy Queen toy rested against a chair, facing her in the same direction. The girl, oblivious of her mother?s previous lectures about good behavior, stared at the Fairy Queen with mother and daughter affection as she waited for a sign of numbness within her mother?s hands. She broke free, running closer to the divine force which emanated from the Fairy Queen. She hugged her, asking the Fairy Queen whether she could borrow her wand, which pointed diagonally at the ceiling, for a ?trick?. Automatically presuming the acceptance of the Fairy Queen, she adjusted the wand, pointing it at her mother?s figure in the hope that it will magically cast a freezing spell. . read more.
(Descriptive Writing) Describe the sights and sounds of a market place It was past 5:30pm and was almost getting dark. We had run down like hooligans which made us breath so heavily after we arrived. All the stalls were open now, lit with their lanterns, lamps and hanging bulbs that attracted a lot of mosquitoes and other flying insects. There were lots of pigeons on top of the opposite building and you could hear the constant cawing of the crows. We stood at the edge of the left hand side road as people passed by. The noises were very loud; people talking in all sorts of languages, the daily noise of traffic, constant horns of cars and buses. Both of us were a bit dazed with what we were actually sent down for and got back to work as it hit us. . read more.
There it was before us his standing one man shop. He was selling fruits; bananas, mangoes and oranges in particular. We told him we wanted 6 oranges and a bunch of bananas. He went right to it wearing a white shirt and grey pants and slippers, he assembled the items and put them in a bag which was re-checked by a younger boy who was probably about 10 years old, wearing shorts a shirt and some slippers. He asked us if we were from here. we lied and quickly carried on ignoring his talk from behind. It was getting darker already and the sky had changed its colour course from bright light to murky blue. It was getting late and the noise was getting louder. People passed, cars honked, the temple bells rang, and it was all very busy. We crossed the road which was more like hop, skip, and jump. . read more.
A pale faced adolescent boy, Walter Suman with coarse, and dull brown hair flopping messily over his acne covered forehead stands shyly close to a grimy stall with his parents, constantly wiping his clammy hands on his faded denim jeans watching the gorgeous girl like a hawk with his hopeful brown eyes almost popping out of his head. The sky turns a darker shade of charcoal as time goes on, and causes the rainbow covered stalls to cast colourful shadows into the gloomy night.
His face, which was flushed a deep red due to the humidity and heat of the evening becomes a deeper and deeper red, until he becomes the same colour as the overripe tomatoes on the nearby vegetable stall.
SO WHAT DO YOU THINK?
SO WHAT DO YOU THINK?