Gcse Descriptive Writing

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Sitting serenely in the grass, a wing of a forgotten butterfly lies, swaying lightly with the wind, entwined with the grasses emerald tendrils. A piece, fallen off from a butterfly lost in a storm, the soft curve of delicacy, somehow surviving the breeze. Barely bigger than a mouse bairn curled up to sleep. Soft scales shed as the cool air weathers the wing’s delicate frame. A bright patch of marmalade, crossed by sable black veins that encompass each hue of the wing, and creamy spots the color of shortbread that dot a ring of black along the outer margin draw the eye. From tip to basal the hues lighten. The innermost cell remains a rich orange, as delicate and soft as a marigold’s petal. From pumpkin pie, the scales ombre towards the joint to a warm honey. The black ring around the outer edge frames the bright display like the curling petals of a cactus flower. Further brightened by the dots of cream spotting the black like cookie crumbs. Near the tip, several tiny scratches, as if made by a kitten, have dusted off some of the pumpkin spice flakes revealing a delicate film like crystallized sugar. Smaller than a snowflake, the wayward scales dust the grass like cocoa powder. Near the joint, a small translucent strip, bonded with the disintegrating remnants of what once …show more content…
Running in waves from each vein, the tear has removed the bottom sliver and outer edge of the wing. The missing pieces are nowhere to be seen. Their paper thin countenances probably picked up by some foreign breeze and flitted away to unknown lands. Along the border, the severed sides manage to present an edge that is softer than silk. Thinner than tissue paper, a small tear no bigger than a piglet’s bristles, extends from the torn edge down one of the veins. Powdered sugar scales cling to the edges of the tear like a joey to it’s mother, as the wing is tossed in the

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