https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing Descriptive writing. en-us 2018-11-08 04:15:23 UTC 2026-03-17 02:52:19 UTC hello@padlet.com deepshikhadhaliwal https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332493488 2019-02-19 00:18:31 UTC https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332493488 https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332532694  Within the blurred mist, vague trees stood breathless, like tall shadows waiting for my dreaded arrival. The lurid trees looked as though they were drowned in dark relics. Walking along the ancient path, i uncover a thin, black creaking gate standing, staring.]]> 2019-02-19 03:43:54 UTC https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332532694 https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332532700 The bitter air was swallowing up the lost street. At the end of the street, protected by razor sharp trees that stood in line like henchmen was the entrance to the grey distant mystery. Mist was howling through the rusty dungeon gate as if the charcoal gate was for nothing. The light had disintegrated over the valley, only the lonely candles could light up the non-existent path towards the lifeless cottage. ]]> 2019-02-19 03:43:56 UTC https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332532700 https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332532720 The trees stood tall swaying for side to side in the howling wind, towering over the rusty gates screeching from swinging side to side.The silhouettes of trees were the only things that could be seen past the towering gates due to the thick mist. The ground was covered in thick mud, leaves and broken branches]]> 2019-02-19 03:44:03 UTC https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332532720 https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332532721 The towering dark trees stood deadly silent. Branches crunched as it got stepped by unknown creature. The squeaky noise of the gate made by the cool howling wind. ]]> 2019-02-19 03:44:04 UTC https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332532721 https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332532825 The cold howling wind blew the mist from left to right like a swing in a playground.The gates leading to the mysterious road open and closed with as screeching sound. The tall creepy trees that hung over the gate danced in the wind, dead leaves below the trees that had formed into pilesthat sat there like a old man sitting next to a fire.]]> 2019-02-19 03:44:35 UTC https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332532825 https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332532835 Dark spooky trees shaped like a chandeliers are guarding the old rusty iron gate. Cold wind hissed and howled through the forest. The gate opened with creaking sound. Greeting souls to the land of death. Dried fallen leaves piled along the road. Fog covered infront of it's path, making it clueless where the destination is.

]]> 2019-02-19 03:44:38 UTC https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332532835 https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332532840 The dark street was covered in cold air that blew me of my mind. The trees were dancing slowly with the wind. The black craws were flying in a circle up in the sky. Suddenly I heard the screechy noise. The gate has opened. It gate was crying like a lonely swan in a puddle of freezing water. ]]> 2019-02-19 03:44:39 UTC https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332532840 https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332532856 Darkness was overruled by the mysterious fog of death. the gates opened magically like it was calling for someone. A swing just outside the gate swung left to right as the fog cleared revealing a creaking door to a spooky mansion. The candles were blown out by a gust of wind. Then out of the blue crows dashed out of the door like they were racing for their lives. 

]]> 2019-02-19 03:44:43 UTC https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332532856 https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332532987 Specks of soulless mist indulge the crest fallen trees.Statues, you may call it. The fading shadows, the ghosts from 🤬, the shape of a deformed grim reaper. This living plant was cold and pale, dead yet silent. ]]> 2019-02-19 03:45:13 UTC https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332532987 deepshikhadhaliwal https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332533032 The creepy, broken branches of the trees scraped the heavy, thick, mist that shrouded the entrance of this once-proud villa. The branches were charcoal in colour and were leafless as long as I can remember. Some where little more than sticks and others where massive chunks of decaying wood, once lining the proud gravel lanes that lead into the mansion.

Just below, was the long-forgotten gate that might have originally been silver in colour, but was now reduced to a miserable, rusty black-brown colour. If you look closely, you can still see the century-old engravings overshadowing the untrodden path. When the wind is strong enough, it displaces the gates, creating an unnatural clanking sound with the gate almost flying off it's decaying hinges.]]> 2019-02-19 03:45:24 UTC https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332533032 https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332533052 The gloomy gate stands there as a barrier for life. The rusty metal fading in to thin air. The length of the gate was far bigger than the gates of 🤬. The shapes of the gate were created from the depth of the sea. The air trapped inside like the flesh in a human body.]]> 2019-02-19 03:45:28 UTC https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332533052 https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332533246 The withered arms of the trees were trying to grab me and they looked like as if they were guarding the gate.The gate is the door to a creepy haunted cemetery, I heard a terrifying noise , it sounded like a animal calling for help, I started to feel anxious and scared .]]> 2019-02-19 03:46:24 UTC https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332533246 https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332533456 The gates creeked open and the air was as bitter as a sour lemon
the benches were in an awkward position creepily spying on anyone who walked passed

]]> 2019-02-19 03:47:26 UTC https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332533456 https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332533482 The dark trees were shadows on the long cobble road, that gate stood tall in from of the gloomy mist, inviting someone to their death.]]> 2019-02-19 03:47:35 UTC https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332533482 abdullahfahimdab https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332533804 The cold wind hit me like a brick


]]> 2019-02-19 03:49:07 UTC https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332533804 abdullahfahimdab https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332534218 The crows were purched on the leafless trees on the withered branches.]]> 2019-02-19 03:51:04 UTC https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332534218 abdullahfahimdab https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332534502 2019-02-19 03:52:33 UTC https://padlet.com/deepshikhadhaliwal/descriptive_writing/wish/332534502