Task: - Write a descriptive essay about your village in the style of "Under Milk Wood".
The quaint, picturesque, sleepy village nestles in a tree lined, emerald coloured valley far from the humming congestion of the vast cities of the deteriorating planet. The extensive pebbly roads wind through the charming, minute village like a gushing river leisurely making its way towards the inevitable. At the jagged corner of the grey, smoky smelling street the defaced wall stands, cowering, with a crude mural scratched all over its scarred, chestnut coloured face. Inside the battered and bruised wall Mrs. Mahony lay.
Darkness falls, floundering down onto the cosy, comforting town covering it like a beautiful blanket keeping it secure, safe from any unwanted, unusual visitors.
The spiral of colour on her magnificent duvet seemed to make the icy cold breeze hesitate and think twice before penetrating her blanket and sending sharp, wintry chills up her bristly, tubby legs. Her plump face, complete with tiny valleys showing her decaying age, rippled with the thoughts of something discomforting. These thoughts were tossed up, up high into the soft air and floated down gently, gently like feathers in a tranquil wind. Through the frost bitten window the deft hands of the morning mist were gripping tightly and grasping the bland, monotonous rows of tedious, dull houses.
Darkness swirls and spirals its merry way, weaving and winding through the confined confusion of the dismal, damp alleyways before sprinting slowly into the thick, tentative air.
The blood stained shirt of the barbaric butcher glistened in the shimmering moonlight. Hacking and slashing and faint cries leapt and danced about inside the butcher's polished, shiny head before slowly slithering their way back towards their spacious cells. Through the tiny gaps of the wintry white curtain veil, darkness is beginning to lose its vicious grip on the deathly silent night.