Children's writing: The Marsh (a description) - by Praket

Haunting.

If I had to choose just one word to summarise this description, Praket, 'haunting' is the word.

You have perfectly captured the balance between hope and the battle against the environment. The sun as an extended metaphor in your writing works so well and carries the reader through this mini-narrative.

An excellent job and a joy to read. Thank you so much for sharing.

Let's read ...

The Marsh - by Praket

Eerily, the boggy marsh engulfs the once vibrant village, its murky waters suffocating the very spirit of the sorrowful community. Utter despair paints the landscape as weary villagers paddle through the marsh, frantically seeking any sign of hope. Exhausted figures delve into the treacherous swamp, their tanned bronze skin glistening under the scorching rays of light, scavenging for sustenance like salt and other precious nourishment.

Glimmers of warmth brighten the desolate village, as a radiant disc cast its gleaming beams upon the dilapidated, ancient huts carefully perched on decaying, moisture-ridden stilts, sinking into the surrounding tidal waters. Faintly amidst the mist, the shadowy mountains emerge, spiralling upwards steadily towards the heavens, while their rugged cliffs gradually erode, descending into treacherous depths.

Vines and poison ivy snaked their way around the majestic mountains, their tendrils reaching for the sky until they abruptly came to a standstill at the lofty peak. Their once venomous green stems wilted in the presence of a radiant orb, as if being subdued by its mesmerizing glow. Amidst this enchanting sight, the harmonious melody of a bird's call echoed, while its companions gracefully soared across the heavens, casting an elegant silhouette against the sun-kissed firmament. And amidst this wondrous spectacle, a sign emerged, gleaming faintly, infusing a glimmer of hope into the surrounding darkness.

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