The piece of writing I present to you was actually a task I wrote for school. I was asked to do a descriptive piece of writing about my favorite place, and here it is. Enjoy!
Of all the different ways to entertain oneself, reading has always been amongst the most popular activities throughout time, despite the great variety of modern creations made recently. Dear reader, it should cross your mind that it seems there is nothing more soothing than a serene afternoon lost in the pages of a gripping book. As our piece of writing commences I must make it clear that, reader, you are correct. Indeed, reading has no match.
Picture yourself in the comfort of your home. A thick odor of smoke fills the room, coming from a cackling blaze that purrs contently in a fireplace. Above the flames hangs an orb-shaped mirror, reflecting the surrounding cream colored walls which are covered with framed photographs of the bustling streets of Paris, the lurid sunflowers of Tuscany and the snow covered rooftops of Colorado.
From time to time, an antique grandfather clock's chimes interrupt the tranquil stillness- yet the sole sound of it is angelic. You run your toes through the thick carpeting as you position yourself on the snug, velvet cushioned window sill.
After making way through numerous layers of lacy curtains, you press your face against the wide, icy window. Raindrops trickle down it, as steadily as teardrops do on cheeks flushed crimson with desperation. Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter. The rain continues falling in the outside world, as you feel grateful that the warmth and comfort of your home is there to shelter you from the bitter chill found simply through the clear glass. The contrast between the interior and exterior is significant and one would never guess they were so close together. Outside, the rich landscape of the lush countryside can be seen. I the far distance, the faint image of a village can be stopped peeking over the horizon like the first rays of sunlight awakening over a valley.
Once satisfied, you then open a book. Any book will do, as long as you can loose yourself in its labyrinth of ink and savor every word found. You must be able to feel locked away in a sanctuary; in your own little world. As you progress through the novel, you bring a cup to your lips. Instantly, you feel warm cocoa gush down your throat like a stream of gold. You put the cup down again and continue to wonder around in the realm of literature.
Can you see it now, reader? Can you picture what was explained previously? If you can't, try harder. Take a deep breath and close your eyes. Let your imagination take you to this very room. Accumulate all the different segments of this little description. The window, the fireplace, the grandfather clock. Everything. Put all the separate pieces together to form one, complete jigsaw puzzle. Can you see it now? One should think so.
Dear reader, you should now certainly believe that nothing can eclipse an afternoon spent feeding your mind with reading.