The Wintry Landscape (Descriptive Writing)

The frosty white predator has been patiently waiting on the birch tree trunk for the last two days, observing the barren landscape, picking up the slightest movement beneath the eight-inch deep snow. The snowy owl must find her prey or death will come her way. The wintry landscape is a harsh place for both the predator and the prey. For today, the discreet white mouse is safe under the thick white blanket of snow, munching on its hard-earned berries all through the year. Meanwhile, the restless squirrel munching on an acorn, occasionally sticking her head out of the tree hole, scanning the desolate, icy landscape. The fragile yet fierce Arctic fox courted the squirrel as it was feasting on the acorn. Completely oblivious to the situation, she continued to nibble on it as the fox plotted its every move, waiting for the right moment to make her move.

A subtle snow paradise

It will be another two long frozen months before the ice melts and flower seeds and grass will wake up to kiss the sun. For now, they remained asleep coated under the white froth. The perfect silence was only broken by the delicate flapping of the arctic swan as she waddled through the chilly water off the coast of Iceland. As the waves gently lapped against the icy shore, an oil tanker bellowed a long trail of black smoke and cruised Eastwards.

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Describing a desert

The lonely desert The desperate lizard was slowly loosing her patience after three days of eagerly awaiting her prey. The laws of nature do not dwell in these parched lands. It has been 48 straight days since it rained, not a droplet to soothe the bone-dry sands. The barren land was being tormented by the relentless, searing sun. The sand, so smooth yet steaming hot like a fresh loaf of bread, was a sea of ochre gold under the high noon sun, which grinned down, toasting dry the desert like a brioche bun. The oasis slowly evaporated as every ounce of water sapped away until none was left. The blazing sun cursed who ever walked its path. The ones who enjoyed its harshness were few. Meanwhile, the cougar retreated back into the cool shade under slumped palm trees. By its side, a source of life. The oasis. Invigorating it was as the timid lizard sipped on the fresh water. Though the mighty rays of the sun lashed upon the oasis, it still kept its cool just like a cuc...

A Taste of Prison (Descriptive Writing)

The truck came to a halt. Pang heard the keys clinking. Finally, he experienced the glorious warmth of the sun after a fourteen-hour journey. But, in the distance, he heard people yelling and cussing. Pang knew that the inmates were curious about the 'freshman'. For Pang, he has been waiting for this treacherous moment since the judge sentenced him to 30 years at Admiralty West Prison. Pang reluctantly rose to his feet and dragged his shackled feet and handcuffed hands out of the truck. He was sweating immensely that his orange uniform was drenched. The guard led him to his cell and Pang lay on his thin, filthy flat piece of cardboard mattress. He lay awake all night long expecting the worst. As Pang queued on the long line for his pathetic breakfast of two burned toasts, two overly-fried eggs and a cup of diluted coffee. He could hear some group of inmates teasing him. He spotted an empty seat and sat quietly to eat. “Hey, newbie! What brings you to my ki...

Seven Arrows

The sound of the water flowing through the gurgling river was drowned by the cacophony of wild birds rummaging through the fallen cherries among the pile of leaves and twigs on the ground. Dvaita Forest along the border of Himalayas was immensely alive with the chattering of monkeys, the growling of brown bears and the cooing of pigeons. That morning, Keane and Brahma were up early, wandering about Dvaita Forest. The two proficient hunters were in search of the legendary ‘Seven-Arrows’, a master hunter known for shooting seven arrows at one go with precision. Keane and Brahma had come to learn their final art from this maestro. As they were walking past a bush, suddenly, they encountered an old lady picking berries. Out of sheer curiosity, she eagerly asked them what they were doing here. The two hunters arrogantly told her they were looking for Seven-Arrows. She smiled and told them that they had come to the right place. Keane looked at her for a good ten seconds and smir...

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