Here is my writing piece based on The Goldfinch by Donna Tart, the first part being from the book, carried on by my personal writing.
“Though we’d been driving a while, there were no landmarks, and it was impossible to say where we were going or in which direction. The skyline was monotonous and unchanging and I was fearful that we might drive through the pastel houses altogether and out into the alkali waste beyond, into some sun-beaten trailer park from the movies.” [Carried on here] The sky was a mountain of rust, blanketing the gloomy city below. The sun barely gleaming through, as if it was only a spec of dust. The car crawled tiredly along the packed road, which carried all of the workers back to their place of rest. The city looked bored as the day reached its pinnacle, showing no vibrant signs of rejuvenating colour. The buildings sat roasting in the swarm of heat that radiated throughout the city. The air tasted dry as it stationarily brushed past my mouth. The cities sounding like a motorway filled to the brim with cars. I felt as if we were going through a crowded desert... A place far from home. Everyone was a racer, passing by all their fellow competitors wanting to crash into their set destination: home.
That was a great piece of writing Cameron.You used lots of descriptive words. I liked it how you ended your paragraph.
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