Describing pictures vividly

The pitch-black sky was covered with ominous clouds gave a loud crackling roar and the white bolts of forked lightning lit up the raven black heavens, putting the city lights to shame.  The skyscapers and the buildings seemed like a small lego city built by a toddler, glittering like stars.



The golden nails gleamed under the natural daylight, curling in a spiral way as she held onto her new blackberry.   The bangles and the bracelets blended nicely with the long nails as if to create a fashion statement.



The sky, a smoky grey, was partially covered by the ocean liner which looked like a gargantuan floating city, drifting across the rippling sea.   



The aged man was soaked to the skin, trying to tiptoe as high as he could so that his sunken cheeks and grey moustache would not get wet as flooded water swelled and swirled around his neckline.  Gingerly, he balanced himself in the murky waters, holding onto his metallic pots above his salt and pepper head.




The stubborn horse refused to obey its owner's command and it screeched to a halt.  The momentum caused the young rider to flip over, toppling some of the poles along the way and he fell headlong onto the sandy ground, causing speckles of dust to fly around like confetti.



The ground underneath his feet began to shake vigorously.  The unstable building began to sway side to side dangerously.  Before she could even have the ample time to hide under a table, the ceiling came crushing down onto her, falling like dominoes.  She found herself underneath bits and pieces of jagged bricks.   Her head was severely injured and there was a gaping would that oozed with crimson blood.  From the outside, the toppled rubble looked a sandcastle that had just crumbled.



The mother finally spotted her beloved daughter.   She rushed towards her with tears welling up in her eyes.  She has just lost her husband.  She could not afford to lose her daughter as well.  She inched toward her weak, feeble girl.  Her chubby face was replaced by dirty, gaunt cheeks.  Her breathing was ragged and frail.  The bandages around her head signified the intense pain that she was going through.  Her small hand was spiked with an intravenous drip.  Overwhelmed by what she saw, the mother started weeping as she caressed her thin cheeks.  As if on cue, the little girl opened her eyes which were glazed with pain.  She managed to flash a delicate smile and said, "Mum, don't cry.  I am okay."