I wrote a piece of descriptive writing on an incredibly hot mountainside, let me know if you thought it was a good piece of creative writing:
The air was cool like a calm British day, but the sun burned bright like the tropics of a desert. The vast mountains blinded my eye from anything beyond its highest peak. The few clouds in the distance struggled to survive under the burn of the sun. The dense mass of the tall burnt grass surrounded the path on which I was walking. The grass was like a boundary of burning thorns. The rough, bouldering hills below the path made my spine tingle and as I stared down the hill I felt my eyes zoom into whatever lay at the bottom. The taste in my mouth was dry and empty like I was trying to chew the dust on the path ahead. The wind whispered in my ear, it sounded like a weird language speaking to me but I couldn’t work out what the words meant. The water shined like a star and the surface was clear as glass but below the surface was a brownish mist hiding secrets deep below the water. The gravel on the path crackled with laughter as I stumbled along, getting blisters with every step.
Fact of the day: Humans move their eyes more than 100,000 times a day.
Joke of the day: A dad is washing his car with his son. The son says: ’Dad can’t you use a sponge?’
Riddle of the day: What room has no doors or windows.
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