Write a descriptive piece called laughter and tears. In your writing, create a sense of contrasting moods to help your reader imagine the scene.
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These are the first 150 words of the descriptive piece. Notice, nothing eventful has occurred. The speaker has merely taken LSD and lifted his arm as he begins to hallucinate.
CONTINUE THE DESCRIPTION BY COMMENTING BELOW. MAKE SURE TO FULFILL THE TASK OF "CREAT[ING] CONTRASTING MOODS" FROM "LAUGHTER" TO "TEARS."
(You do not have to write 600 words worth of this description. Instead, respond to at least three different posts so that you can practice a variety of writing formats.)
Paper-thin and neon green, the stamp lingered on my tongue confusing my taste buds with its bitter tang of curiosity. Sitting on the crimson beanbag, surrounded by eight eyes staring questioningly back at me, I anxiously awaited the trip promised by the psychedelic drug I invited into my system.
The brisk breeze from the ceiling fan suspended above our heads summoned our arm-hairs, hypnotizing them to rise from their follicles. As I raised my right limb to eye-level, it trembled uncontrollably as cerulean lava gushed from my tiny pores. The droplets of the sticky excretion evaporated and formed into gnomes bearing machine guns that aimed above me at the helicopter’s whirling propellers.
A cackle suddenly erupted from my esophagus, scratching my throat as it escaped my limp, clammy body. Its echo startled me, my hand automatically flung forward like a magnet to metal capturing the heinous sound.
MARCO LINARES
5/10/2016 05:27:24 PM
Along the ev
CONTINUE THE DESCRIPTION BY COMMENTING BELOW. MAKE SURE TO FULFILL THE TASK OF "CREAT[ING] CONTRASTING MOODS" FROM "LAUGHTER" TO "TEARS."
(You do not have to write 600 words worth of this description. Instead, respond to at least three different posts so that you can practice a variety of writing formats.)
Paper-thin and neon green, the stamp lingered on my tongue confusing my taste buds with its bitter tang of curiosity. Sitting on the crimson beanbag, surrounded by eight eyes staring questioningly back at me, I anxiously awaited the trip promised by the psychedelic drug I invited into my system.
The brisk breeze from the ceiling fan suspended above our heads summoned our arm-hairs, hypnotizing them to rise from their follicles. As I raised my right limb to eye-level, it trembled uncontrollably as cerulean lava gushed from my tiny pores. The droplets of the sticky excretion evaporated and formed into gnomes bearing machine guns that aimed above me at the helicopter’s whirling propellers.
A cackle suddenly erupted from my esophagus, scratching my throat as it escaped my limp, clammy body. Its echo startled me, my hand automatically flung forward like a magnet to metal capturing the heinous sound.
MARCO LINARES
5/10/2016 05:27:24 PM
Along the ev
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