Okay, so for exercise 7 I’ve been tasked with trying describe something familiar with one or two ordinary words that you wouldn’t normally use in that context so, [...]
I could tell just by looking that Stanley was standing proud. With his gloriously decorated two-tone brown/cream Chelsea boots, black jeans, smart large collared white shirt with its black flowery design and his cream Harrington bomber jacket, he was a picture of decadence. He was smiling in his own inimitable fashion and it was beautifully infectious. It was just a shame his face always let him down. [...]
Stanley’s reputation preceded him. His gloriously decorated two-tone brown/cream Chelsea boots, black jeans, smart large collared white shirt with its black flowery design and his cream Harrington bomber jacket spoke of his flamboyance. That inimitable happiness he displayed wherever he went. His face told a different story. Although in his twenties, his face was sharp, rugged and weathered with a large heavy beard and a scar down his right cheek [...]
“you ok Hawk?” Sarah was worried. Hawk was now quite a weight with all the extra passengers and guns. She noticed he was visibly slower as they rose up above [...]