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City creative writing description

cities – quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing

Each of the cities had its own way of drawing collective breath beneath the black heavens, of celebrating life after dark.

Each of the cities had its own heartbeat, its own soul, a kind of ether that bonded the people of the place into their own groove and vibe.

The cities of that land were built tall and pretty, as if they took their inspiration from the greatest of trees. For their souls were rooted in nature and this way there was more wild places for the wild species.

The cities were different kinds of gems within a land that rolled in waves of forests and plains.

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Creative Writing – Life in the City

Life In The City The day in the city is starting: Claustrophobia. Frustration. Overcrowded. Crushing. Swarming. Cacophonous. Obstreperous. Clamorous. Vociferous. The gloomy grey sky, with its heavy nimbostratus clouds, blocking all of the sun’s rays from reaching the Earth. The smoke from the industrial factories polluting the atmosphere and smelling like a failed chemical experiment. The fridge-like coldness of the winter air freezing your face. Claustrophobia on the streets; commuters, shooting menacing glares at each other, attempt to rush to work. They fight their way past each other, determined to do anything they can to get to their destination. One businessman, dressed in a shirt and tie and clutching a black leather briefcase, is shoved back as the current of the swarm of people against him is too strong. . read more.

will never stop fighting their way into work, that the car drivers will never stop cursing at the traffic, that the city will never be empty. . Night time in the city. Empty. Deserted. Silent. In the charcoal black sky, the effulgent crescent moon, the glistening stars forming illuminating constellations, the flickering lights of a plane that glides through a sky like a hawk. Descending to the Earth, we observe the city in its now desolate state. Looking through a dimly lit, litter strewn alley, a homeless man crouches defensively, ready to go to sleep for the night. His scruffy, short, light brown hair covered with a worn out, chequered hat. . read more.

Through the city park, the sea of trees is seen swaying gently in the whispering wind. Rippling reflections of the stars are shown in the peaceful pond. The vastest tree of the park comes into view with its narrow finger-like branches reaching skywards and brushing the heavens; its gnarled bark and broad trunk radiating infinite wisdom. The silent, harmonious noises of the city now amplified. The ticking of the clock tower, the rustle of the autumn leaves being softly blown down the road by the wind, the high pitched creaking of the iron gates to the car park. Soon the silent, tranquil city will be once again transformed into the blaring, claustrophobic city, and life in the city will start again. . read more.

This student written piece of work is one of many that can be found in our GCSE Writing to Inform, Explain and Describe section.