EST DESCRIPTIVE SENTENCES

This post is a collection of some of the best sentences from 10 of my blog posts. They can also be
found in my new book ‘Writing with Stardust’. To see the book and its accompanying workbook, just
click the title: Writing with Stardust.
I hope you enjoy the post and I will upload another selection soon. With luck the sentences will inspire
ideas for your writing. Take care for now. Liam.

A STREAM:
1. It was womb quiet by the stream and even the moth-flutter had died down.

2. Pebbles whisked about in the underwash like little pieces of glitter.

3. A galaxy of dragonflies fizzed through the beams of light, wings a-glirr in the magical space
between river and air.

A RIVER:
1. The river was a fragile, universe-blue colour, like the subtle sweep of a painter’s brush.

2. The trout arced into the air, his body glistening, performing the ballet of the river. With a plunking
sound, he darted back to the shadowed depths, his catch already safe in his spotted belly.

3. The mist faded, allowing the Technicolor of nature to be turned up like a light switch.

THUNDER AND LIGHTNING:

1. The autumn sky was as bright as Zeus’ eyes. Nary a cloud blemished its bliss-blue complexion and
the sun was like a glowing medallion pinned to a sheet of white paper.

2. Branched lightning lit up the Stygian sky. It was like liquid, golden ore streaks were being forged
into forks above my head.

3. Wriggling and writhing with the pain of its existence, it flashed once, glossy and polished, like the
cold, gold prongs of the Apocalypse.

DESCRIBING CHRISTMAS:
1. The fire’s lambent light stole away the velvet-black shadows dancing on the wall.

2. Thyme-filled turkeys sizzled on the oven foil.

3. An angel was perched on top of the tree, glittering with its flash-silver lustre.

LOST AT SEA:
1. The emptiness in my soul matches the spiritless sky and the featureless waterscape around me.

2. I am floundering in a sea of divine-blue quicklime and there’s no escape.

3. The moon casts down splinters of Solomon-gold, making the sea-crests sparkle like elf light.

DESCRIBING AUTUMN:
1. Fog-tinted fairy trees stand alone in fields, noosed by coils of dragon breath.
2. Owl light replaces daylight as autumn comes to a close. The seething energy of the forest becomes
vow silent as promises to nature are kept.

3. A weak pitter-patter is heard, but is not the sound of children’s feet. It is the centuries-old, hissing
drip of raindrops in caves.

THE BEACH AT DAWN:

1. The horizon seemed to be stitched with a line of silver.

2. The seagulls wheeled and arced, their raucous cries ringing off the cliff. There was a strange
glamour to their timeless call as they soared between the wands of God-goldened light.

3. A single yacht bobbed and lolled in the incoming tide, like a toy in a bath. Its lights winked saucily
as the wave-crests rose gently.

DESCRIBING A LAKE:
1. A broad span of Tuscany-blue sky was slashed above the lake, making it appear like nature’s
amphitheatre.

2. Tolkein-esque ferns swayed beside a brook that spiralled down from a turf moor.

3. At the bottom, smooth-edged stones glowed amber with a witchery uncommon to the modern
world.

DESCRIBING SPRING:
1. Spring is glee. It’s a fizzy tonic, like a slowly overflowing bottle of bubbling joy.

2. Thumb-plump bumblebees, wings a-thrum, loot from honeypots of mustard-yellow flowers.

3. Overhead, an exodus of banished birds appears as if out of a Celtic fairytale.

DESCRIBING SUMMER:
1. A sol-fa of song erupts as the stars fade away, the ancient alchemy of the dawn chorus.

2. The perpetual skies of summer are buckled with clouds and they flare up in a luminous, neon-blue
when the mood takes them.

3. A goulash of scents twirls above the satin soft petals and the pear sweet taste in the air is a blessed
joy.
The deep flush ebbed out of his face

The air darkened swiftly

The afternoon was waning

The awful and implacable approach of doom

The chill of night crept in from the street

The crowning touch of pathos

The blinding mist came down and hid the land

Strode forth imperiously

Teased with impertinent questions

Terror filled the more remote chambers of his brain with riot

Stricken to the soul

She strangled a fierce tide of feeling that welled up within her

She sat eyeing him with frosty calm

She softened her frown to a quivering smile

She questioned inimically

She curled her lip with defiant scorn

Retort leaped to his lips

His heart asserted itself again, thunderously beating

His gaze faltered and fell

Eyes stared unseeingly

His face showed a face of bewilderment

Her mind was beaten to the ground by catastrophe

Eyes dilated with pain and fear

He went hot and cold

Empty of thought

Unuterrable sorrows

Curtains of opaque rain

Describing pain

Pain sears through my abdomen better than a branding iron, my mind

conceding to the torment, unable to bring a thought to completion. Without
meaning to my body curls into something fetal, something primeval and all
the while the pain burns and radiates.

drifted into consciousness. And then back out. The world was a blur, and
random images seemed to float aimlessly around in the pool of my
thoughts, as though they were being blown about viciously by a hurricane.
A tap on my shoulder momentarily brought me back to the outside world,
but after a second I was once again lost. I could feel somebody trying to
look at me, staring dead in the eye, but I couldn't keep focus. The whole
world simply felt low resolution, a bad quality movie. Confusion blossomed
in my heart and I knew that sooner or later I would need to wake up. To
stare reality in the face. But for now I lay down my heavy head, and
retreated into wallowing blackness.

Describing a house
From the outside it didn’t look like much more than a shed but the space
was adequate enough to shelter a man and his small family. It had a
thatched roof patched so many times that it was hard to tell the original
work from the repairs. The walls were knee high, hand worked stone set
around timbers that were infilled with cobb. The entry door and single
window provided lighting for the room within during the day while candles
and the fireplace would serve as dim lighting at night. The stone fireplace,
the center piece of the cottage would serve other duties as well for it would
provide a place to cook the meals and more than enough heat to
compensate for the ill-fitting door during the long cold winter. The floor was
comprised of the largest and flattest rocks set as

Mansion
vy and ferns grew through the crevices of the old winding stone path, which
led directly to the colossal structure. The mansion loomed proudly behind
creaky iron gates, flanked by rows of skeletal trees crowned in crimson,
swaying gently to the chilly autumn wind. At its threshold stood the delicate
marble fountain, the soft gurgling of the clear water melodic as it resonated
in the surrounding silence.

The stream lay before them like a broad belt of black and silver brocade.
The waxing moon was mirrored in the almost unruffled surface and where a
ripple curled it the tiny crest glittered like white flame.