Day 1 Writing Homework
Prompt : Close your eyes and picture yourself on a beach. In 300 words, describe what you see, hear, taste, touch, and smell using the sensory imagery that we discussed today!
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- Due Date : April 23, 2025
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16 thoughts on “Day 1 Writing Homework”
When I pictured myself at a beach, I saw, heard, tasted, touched and smelt a lot of things found on a beach. Let me tell you all about what I had seen, heard, tasted, touched and smelt.
I saw billions of grains of sand. Not only that, I saw the waves splashing against the shore, many umbrellas, mats, flags, seagulls and other animals, lifeguards, people swimming, a few pets, rocks and also palm trees, just to name a few of the things I saw at the crowded beach.
I heard waves crashing at the shore, seagulls squealing, an ice cream robot that was making ice cream, people chatting, cars arriving and leaving, people working and learning and also people eating.
I did not taste much. All I tasted was saltwater and the fresh air.
I touched thin air, a pole, an insect and the soft sand.
I smelt ice cream, cream being made, hotdogs, animal fur, saltwater, seagull feathers, sunscreen and the fresh air.
This is what I would see, hear, taste, touch and smell.What would you see, hear, taste, touch and smell?
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Jeremy Sun – DAY 1
The wave are hitting the sand. The water gently covered my leg. I use a big spoon to make a sandcastle. I running to the sun,,
“Hey that girl don’t run to sea” The sunshine straight to the mountain like many gold on the mountain.
At The Beach
At the beach, l tasted a coconut with a crisp brown shell and sweet juice filled inside. My mouth gleamed in the sunlight with my teeth grinning with delight, while fierce seagulls flew frantically above my head. As l drank my coconut juice, my whole body felt indescribably refreshed and hydrated, the cold feeling made my muscles relax as the sun shone down. The meat of that coconut made my heart do a quiet tap dance as l swallowed my heart’s desire. With enjoyment after l finished my coconut, l searched for seashells.
I picked up a particular seashell and put it against my ear, it sounded like waves gushing towards me. I imagined that l was an imperial warrior of the land fighting the gushes of waves as l slashed through them with my sword. I heard the cry of the sea summoning more waves and calling reinforcements while l still was holding the shell at my ear, hearing sounds of my magnificent imagination.
Then, l lied down on the grass and watched all the other people playing happily at the beach enjoying their time, there were people swimming and paddling but others were on the sand building sandcastles. There were adults that lied on a picnic mat carefully watching their children while also having an excellent time at the dazzling beach.
But sadly, at the beach there were lots of litter on the sand so my excitement dropped down a bit but it was only until l cleaned it up and even managed to connect a stick onto a tin can and wrote on it “ this beach is litter free!’’ That day, when l was about to leave l thought about all the fantastic things at the beach and promised clearly to myself that l would definitely come back to visit this beach again and do all the things l hadn’t done yet, at the beach.
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Eva – DAY 1
The waves are hitting the sand. The waves gently covered my legs. I use a spade to make a sandcastle. I runs to the sun.
“Hey, that girl, don’t run over to the sea.” The sunshine shines straight to the mountains like many gold on the mountains. Then the waves are going back, I think it is the ground is moving back too so I followed the water, I suddenly wide awake and I go back to the beach. But actually my shoes and my trousers are all wet.
I tired, rested on a big rock. Sunshine touched my face. Bird said hi to me. Flower smiled to me. I went
home with a lovely face, because I was happy.
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Hong – DAY 1
The Beach
The soft, warm breeze rustled the leaves of a towering oak as childern and parents lay below the refreshing sun. The waves crash against the beach, giving me a taste of salt and children squeal with pure delight. Ah! What happiness. The beach stretchs across the coast, where sail boats glide. They look like tiny ants far in the distance. Fishers wait for their victims to come across their trap, looking into the water as if a bird waiting for their prey. However in the mist of the sun, dark rumbling clouds form, blocking the sun’s warm rays. Panic arises in the crowd, they run resperate to stay dry. Too late. The rain pounds on their clothes and towels like angry birds. Most drive away without think, where as little stay and wait. Where as I wipe the slimey, wet sand on my knees. The smell of rain floods my senses as I drive far into the land. But, before long, the rain has parted giving way to the mighty sun. The light illuminates the sky, signalling to return to the beach, this I just can’t resist. So with all my pride, I drive all the way back to my paradise. When I arrived, the beach was full with people just like me, the smell of ice cream suddenly wafted my way. Then I see the truck of charm. A magnet is drawing me towards the bliss. There I lay on the sand licking away, before I even knew it. People running and children laughing, this is what you can call a fantasy. A place where all worries end, a place where hope has it’s place, this fantastic, fantastic, wonderful and beautiful is a beach. This beach is powered by the warming and loving power of the sun. Did you notice how my words are exactly 300? (not including this part.)
The Beach
The soft, warm breeze rustled the leaves of a towering oak as childern and parents lay below the refreshing sun. The waves crash against the beach, giving me a taste of salt and children squeal with pure delight. Ah! What happiness. The beach stretchs across the coast, where sail boats glide. They look like tiny ants far in the distance. Fishers wait for their victims to come across their trap, looking into the water as if a bird waiting for their prey. However in the mist of the sun, dark rumbling clouds form, blocking the sun’s warm rays. Panic arises in the crowd, they run resperate to stay dry. Too late. The rain pounds on their clothes and towels like angry birds. Most drive away without thinking, where as little stay and wait. Where as I wipe the slimey, wet sand on my knees. The smell of rain floods my senses as I drive far into the land. But, before long, the rain has parted giving way to the mighty sun. The light illuminates the sky, signalling to return to the beach, this I just can’t resist. So with all my pride, I drive all the way back to my paradise. When I arrived, the beach was full with people just like me, the smell of ice cream suddenly wafted my way. Then I see the truck of charm. A magnet is drawing me towards the bliss. There I lay on the sand licking away, before I even knew it. People running and children laughing, this is what you can call a fantasy. A place where all worries end, a place where hope has it’s place, this fantastic, fantastic, wonderful and beautiful is a beach. This beach is powered by the warming and loving power of the sun. Did you notice how my words are exactly 300? (not including this part.)
The Beach
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Ran – DAY 1
WOOSH! The strong breeze of wind pushed against my sunburnt cheek, as I lay in my bathers on my wet and furry leopard print towel. Moist fluffy sand covered my wet heel, witch made it stick to my skin. The sun gleamed down at me, as if I was a little dust ball and the sun was a giant, about to vacuum me up. I could hear the waves crashing onto the shore, tickling my feet as the tip of my toes got submerged into the foamy and bubbly ends of the water. Beside me, people are laughing and screaming in excitement, the splashes of children dunking their bodies into the salty yet refreshing ocean seems to surround me. The water was a pretty shade of cerulean, turquoise and periwinkle. Seagulls chirped above my head, witch was protected with my straw sunhat. They swooped down, trying to take a bite out of the fish and chips left behind by their owners. I could even smell the scent of the chips, freshly made along with the battered fish. I could also smell the saltiness of the ocean beside me. As the sun set, a beautiful hue of red, orange yellow and pink, appeared in the sky. You could spot the silhouettes of palm trees, figures of people and a row of beach cabanas being lit up. It was like a canvas with paint smeared all over it, with intricate black accents on the bottom. When the beach emptied, and crickets started to chirp, I knew it was time to go. So I picked up my towel and walked on the warm sand, toward my worn down truck in the parking lot.
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Cybill – DAY 1
The beach
As the sun touched the beach from the middle of the sky, splashes of water could be heard, children laughing in glee. The clouds sailed through the sky while millions of yellow brush and dots of midnight black sand, if you stare too long, it felt like an infinite void with no escape. Weirdly shaped sandcastles, reaching to the sky while deep straight holes descended, there was no limit to height and depth. Birds raced around the beach for food.
The smell of sausage sizzle wrapped in white bread reminded me of where I was standing, Australia. The cold, gentle whizz from the wind was full of salt and was everywhere, unavoidable with a mixture of the scent of sunscreen from the crowd.
The sound of jumbled words from the crowd like ‘Pass it here!’ and gossiping was the main subject. The sound of the waves crashing on the golden sand erasing the footprints. Screaming children ran across as they were playing a game of tip. Anything was possible here. The seagulls sang with the laughs, screams and the waves creating a melody that was not that good but magical.
The sand was smooth and soft, it gripped on my hand unwilling to let go until I dusted it off. I touched the cold gold coins deep down in my pocket waiting. In front of me were three people and a truck that labelled ‘Taste of Australia’ on the cobalt blue and watermelon pink truck. A man shorter than average height listened to people’s orders and in return gets at least a short cylinder gold coin. Time flew fast and I found myself sitting in my isolated tent biting my sausage sizzle with ketchup squirted vertically. It was delicious with the taste of seawater going along with it.
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Ying Hao Au – DAY 1
When I close my eyes, I imagine standing on a beach. The sand is soft and warm under my feet. It feels like walking on tiny grains of sugar. The sun shines brightly above me and makes my skin feel warm and cosy. A gentle breeze blows across my face, carrying the salty smell of the sea. It smells fresh and clean, like a new day.
I hear the waves crashing onto the shore again and again. The sound is loud but calming. It makes me feel peaceful inside. Seagulls fly above me, calling out to each other. Their voices mix with the sound of children laughing and people talking nearby. I feel happy and relaxed.
I bend down and touch the edge of the water. It is cold and bubbly and makes me jump a little. The water leaves a thin layer of salt on my fingers. I lick my lips and taste the salt from the air. It is sharp but not too bad. I take a sip of my drink. It is cold mango juice and it tastes sweet and fruity.
In the distance, I smell food cooking on a barbecue. It smells like sausages and maybe some grilled meat. The smell makes me feel hungry. It reminds me of happy times with my family at the park or beach.
This beach feels special. It is full of nice sounds, smells, tastes and feelings. I do not want to leave. It is a place where I feel calm, happy and free. I open my eyes and smile, remembering every little detail.
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winnie – DAY 1