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writing to describe - example



The following descriptive writing takes the form of a story. This kind of descriptive writing is suitable for coursework. For most exam answers, writing in the form of a story is not advised as you are expected to write only about 250 words and to spend only thirty minutes writing. This is insufficient time or length to plan and write a worthwhile descriptive story. Check with your teacher on this as it is important and varies by examination board.

For exam writing tips, see the Englishbiz Writing to Describe page. For an example suited for exam purposes, click here.

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As you read this story of a visit to the city of Leicester, notice how important the use of description is to it. Look for how the writer's choice of what is described is never random - the writer has worked hard to create and maintain a sense of unity of purpose and coherence by ensuring that each thing described serves an important purpose that helps the reader in some important way towards an understanding of the writer's purpose or controlling idea of the story. This is to express the excitement we enjoy feeling when we find ourselves stumbling upon something unusual. Notice also how the description relies on the senses - called sensory description - sight, sound, smell and so on; also, notice how it uses a good deal of vivid and original figurative language and well-chosen precise vocabulary

Notice also how the description within the story often aims to show rather than tell the reader. This helps the reader feel as if they are really there. You should try hard to follow a similar style in your own writing. Why? Because it helps to create atmosphere, and this allows the reader to sense a particular mood and become more deeply involved with key parts or aspects of the story.

The description also helps create an exciting sense of tension and excitement. All of this helps the writing to be more interesting and compelling.

Perhaps you would never have thought of writing like this in response to such a question. But in your own exam or coursework - dare to be different! - and you will be richly rewarded by your teacher or the examiner who marks your exam paper.

  • So long as your writing relies on description - the use of imagery and sensory description - you are on the right track.


Here is the question and written response:

Describe somewhere so that what you saw or felt at the time is communicated to your reader. You might choose one of the following:


A Day to Remember

Cities on a Saturday can be such interesting places. They are full of people, full of cars, full of the hustle and bustle of life. And Leicester is no exception. I was born there so I can speak from personal experience. But something was different last Saturday. There were more people, more cars and much more hustle and bustle than I had ever seen or heard before.

I'd gone into town with my mates that Saturday - as you do. We caught the same No. 19 bus from off the London Road. Nothing unusual in that. The journey was as predictable as ever - I'm so used to it. I can't even remember getting on the bus; but, I can certainly remember getting off.

By the time we did get off we were all pretty fed up. We were as hot as the proverbial Sahara Desert and as bothered as a bumble bee trapped in a beer bottle. The usual breezy fifteen minutes' journey had taken us over an hour. We hadn't noticed to start with. You know what it's like when you're chatting about this and that. And 'Big Brother' had been pretty crazy last night, so chatting about that had kept us more than a little occupied. Time flies by. But you also probably know what it's like on a hot, packed bus crawling through the kind of traffic that the word 'jam' just doesn't adequately describe - thick porridge more like! Pretty awful once you realise what's happening. And what was happening? Not a lot.

Looking out onto the London Road to see what was going on - that was after wiping away mist as thick as a cotton sheet from the steamed up window -
it looked as if someone had said to the whole of Leicestershire: 'Get yourself to Leicester today. There's a million quid going free under the Clock Tower.' The road looked more like the packed car park at an NEC pop concert than a city road; and as for the numbers of people, well...

Anyway to cut a long story short, we did eventually climb - well tumble - off the bus. We'd have headed straight for our usual glass of cool Coke at the new McD's in the new shopping centre but we were more interested to know just what was going on. The crowds were huge. It was as if every nation, every age, every... body was there! The noise hit us next - shouting, screaming, oohing and aahing. Then something else struck me. Was it my imagination, or was it darker than usual? There was something odd about the quality of the light that made us all stop and look at each other frowning. We didn't have to ask the question, for we knew we all had the same thought in our minds. There was something odd about the sky... You know that feeling you have just before a really bad thunder storm, when the sky turns inky and the air feels oddly cool and fresh? Well the sky had certainly turned inky, but there was no freshness. It was weird.

It was then that we noticed that what we had thought was an innocent grey cloud was, in fact, a moving swirling mass that swirled more quickly than any cloud we had ever seen move before. As if as one, we suddenly realised that it wasn't a cloud at all: it was smoke - thick, dark, haunting smoke. There was a fire somewhere - surely a huge fire! And everyone was pushing and shoving to get a closer look at what was going on.

As we managed to push further through the crowd, the air began to feel electric. Ahead, the piercing 'flick', 'flick', 'flick' of blue lights were visible all around and we felt that strange mixture of wanting to see and yet being too frightened to look. And there it was - the new shopping centre. Ablaze. The smoke was like a wall of solid black, and the action unbelievable - fire-fighters, hoses, water jets and a crowd of faces looking on just like they would at a fireworks display, just looking and wondering.

If you saw the news last night, you'll know the rest. Not a lot to tell you, though, if you missed it. Unbelievably, no one was badly hurt and the fire-fighters had it all under control pretty quickly. By the time I got that Coke, I can tell you it was cooler and longer than any Coke I'd had before or I've had since. But we didn't get it from the new McD's. That branch wasn't selling Coke any longer... and no chance of any ice!