The Fun Fair (descriptive writing)

The thundering fun fair continues to thrive inside its quarters. It creates an immense feeling inside your dramatic body. Your sight is flaming with radiant colours. Your nose inhales the candyfloss's sticky, sweet smell and the odor of hot dogs and you can smell the gassy rides too. The hard rock, upbeat music booms into the carnival grounds mixed in with shrieks and shrills of laughter. The continuous rides spin into the dead of the night. The roller coaster swivels through the dark, twilight sky twisting like a twinkling snake. The ferris wheel spins and twirls, cartwheeling in the chilled air. Your feet pulling you into the floor, with the help of gravity, making a crunch on the packed ground. As the crowds clear, we leave.

A Moment In Time

The sharp rocks pierce my bare hands as I continue this life changing experience. My feet sweat and continue shivering in my wet boots. I feel scared by somehow excited. The rocks are sharp but cool and moist. Getting higher every second the view gets more beautiful. Nothing can stop me from moving higher, nothing. Waves throw themselves over the rocks on the rock mouth. The horizon is still and peaceful with a white sail boat catching the wind. The endless sky wraps itself around the world and from my view it’s cloudless. They all said it could be done, so here I am doing it, climbing a rocky slope alone. Where is the top? I wonder if there is a top or I will be here with the aqua and turquoise sea and the blue peaceful sky, forever.