Descriptive Writing

What is a descriptive writing?

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A description is a picture in words that helps the reader see, hear, taste, smell, or feel something that the writer has experienced.

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What sense is being used in the following sentences? The puppy was black with three white paws and one white ear. It had a long tail with a white tip.

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What sense is being used in the following sentences? As we walked into the room, the floor boards creaked. We knocked into a table and the glass vase hit the floor. Crash!

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What sense is being used in the following sentences? The chocolate cake was so delicious. It had peanut butter frosting which melted in your mouth.

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What sense is being used in the following sentences? As we pulled into the driveway, I could tell the hamburgers and hot dogs were on the grill.

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What sense is being used in the following sentence? The cool rain was hitting us in the face as we ran to the bus.

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When we write a description, we must remember to: begin with interesting opening sentences that tell what the description is about

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use exact, vivid words to create a picture in the readers mind include important details about what you are describing

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put details in time order, spatial order, or in order of importance

use sense words that help your reader picture what you are describing

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end in a way that wraps up the description

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Brainstorming organizer for The Best Possible Vacation

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The Best Possible Vacation

The first time I went to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, I knew that this was just the kind of vacation I would always love.

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As I sat on the beach, I felt the gentle breeze coming from the water. The warm sun was shining on the water making it sparkle. It was so peaceful. The waves crashing against the shore were soothing.

2) The Blond Guitar My most valuable possession is an old, slightly warped blond guitar-the first instrument I taught myself how to play. It's nothing fancy, just a Madeira folk guitar, all scuffed and scratched and finger-printed. At the top is a bramble of copperwound strings, each one hooked through the eye of a silver tuning key.

The strings are stretched down a long, slim neck, its frets tarnished, the wood worn by years of fingers pressing chords and picking notes. The body of the Madeira is shaped like an enormous yellow pear, one that was slightly damaged in shipping. The blond wood has been chipped and gouged to gray, particularly where the pick guard fell off years ago.

No, it's not a beautiful instrument, but it still lets me make music, and for that I will always treasure it.

Joke: A Sardarji once went to America. He toured the entire united states and before returning he visited Washington D.C to hear John F. Kennedy's speech. During his speech Kennedy told the crowd that he had slept with only one other woman than his wife and challenged the crowd to guess who she was. When the crowd gave up he promptly told that it was his mother.

The crowd went wild and the surdar was very impressed. When he came back a party was thrown in honor of him and he was asked to give a speech. He remembered kennedy's speech and he told the crowd that he had slept with only one woman other than his wife and challenged the people to guess who the person was. When the crowd gave up the surdar said, Kennedy's mother.

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