English Descriptive Writing

The intimidating building brought terror the rough the w whollys. Moist beds from the childrens room from the never-failing nights of unnerving thoughts. The foretoken represented nothing else but desperateness and nakedness. Happiness. The children will never achieve happiness. The house was distracting to all parents. The dull, dark walls took away the light from the depressed kids. It was same(p) the light gave hope manage a unending tunnel of privacy with a spark of light at the end of the tunnel.The obnoxious kids was never departure to get love from a parent, they werent good enough, smart enough for love. But the only way to admit the place of loneliness was to have a person you loves you for who you are, the career never gave that to them. The children were stuck in a drawing off of thoughts of happiness. Night time in the orphanage time is the worst. The sunbathe went down and the shadows scrawled in through the windows like a lion crawling for its prey. The house and the bushes outside were overgrown by the leafs.The branches were wrapping round the trees like a gig hug from a loving parent which was ironic to the children inside. Night time was similarly the time when most dreamt about their real parents. They were regretting there life, like it was their fault theyre in a cave of loneliness. As soon as the sun went up the childrens hopes went up and their dreams became possible, until the career came in and blocked the sun with his body. Reality came in like a wrecking ball to hit the kids with loneliness. The house suffered in pain, the loneliness never left.No wonder the children were never happy, the career never gave them the leaning of a true home. They never authoritative the warmth of a mother being their or their fathers companionship within them. It was like a min they had something nice in their life then reality came them a big wakeup call like when unemotional wave crashes over your face and build goose bumps on your skin . The childrens cry echoed through the empty house and soul. The childs face started to cry as it did not receive what it needs. The child was as lonely as a cloud going through the sky in its own pathway never attaching itself to anything.The house was as big as the childrens dreams. ND hopes that could never be reached. The loud footsteps made the childrens teeth on the edge. If they didnt accompany there career, there soon was a shriek coming from the childrens rooms. The walls told a story of how many generation the children were denied. The dull color of the walls brought, loneliness and negative thoughts like a pessimistic who will always be there. The dirty, wrecked clothes stood out in the room, the vibrant colors brought happiness which rapidly went down to loneliness like a reallocates of rejection, hate and solution.