Here is a descriptive paragraph I wrote for school. For fun, I set in the present tense, like the Hunger Games.
The Lost Marshmallow
Breathing in deeply, I feel the cool evening breeze of
summer wash over me and can hear the sounds of camp in my ear. I remember the previous excitement I had
earlier in the day, playing ball, hiking, swimming, and hotdogs, it had been a
great day. Opening my eyes, I look for a
free stick to roast my plump marshmallow.
My search was soon rewarded and I settled back on a camp chair to roast
my marshmallow to perfection. I did love
the soft, golden treat sandwiched between two gram cracker pieces with a chunk
of chocolate oozing out. I could roast
the best marshmallows, that’s what my Uncle had told me. I didn’t mean to brag but I really
could. “Patience” is what I always say,
“patience.” Some people are just too
quick to want to get their marshmallow crispy that they plunge it right into
the flames. The result is a black, ugly,
marshmallow. Not me, I like an
attractive marshmallow. Golden brown
with just enough crisp around it. Yes,
that’s the way to prepare a marshmallow.
It just takes patience. I laugh,
maybe I should give marshmallow roasting lessons! Somebody’s got to teach these amateurs
roasters how to get it done. I am thinking
about eating chocolate plain after this s’more, when somebody taps me on the
shoulder. I jump and shout. “What is it?” my friend points to my stick
and I follow the finger to my marshmallow.
It is a big, black, swollen mess.
I remove my stick from the fire but it is too late.
The marshmallow explodes and I am left in humiliation, covered in white
goo, without a marshmallow.
I love this, Natalie! The surprise ending is awesome! Thanks for sharing.:-)
ReplyDeleteLove ya, sis!:)
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DeleteThis made me laugh out loud. GREAT descriptive post. :) Your writing skills amaze me. :) xxxooo
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mom! <3
ReplyDeleteHahaha, this is awesome! :-D love the ending!
ReplyDeleteThanks! It was a lot of fun to write:-)
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