Title: Improving Descriptive Writing
1Improving Descriptive Writing
- Painting an Original Picture
2Purpose of Descriptive Writing
- Describe something in an original and unique way
so that it appeals to the five senses.
3Similes
- When one thing is compared to another using the
words like or as. - Eg. Bob threw the birds egg. It was like a tiny
torpedo, heading straight at his target.
4Metaphor
- When one thing is compared to something else by
saying it is something else. - Eg. the thrown birds egg was a tiny torpedo,
heading straight for him. - OR the egg torpedoed towards him.
5Keys of Being Descriptive
- Be original
- Be creative
- Stretch your imagination
- For example, instead of this
- The sun cut itself on a sharp peak and bled into
the valley.John Steinbeck
- The hot, yellow sun went behind the mountain and
covered the valley in red.
6Hows This?
- She was super hero beautiful. Her hair was as
black as coal, her lips red as blood.
Is it original and creative?
7Clichés The Descriptive Killer
- 1 a trite phrase or expression Also the idea
expressed by it - 2 something that has become overly familiar or
commonplace
8Finding Clichés Through Experience
9Finding Clichés Through Others
- (You know, anyone over 21)
10Finding Clichés On-line
- Choose a keyword to look up
- Go to a cliché website and look up the keyword
- Cliché finder is one of the best places to look
http//www.westegg.Com/cliche/ - You may have to try more than one keyword
11Fixing Clichés
- Identify the clichés
- Replace them with more descriptive writing
- Think of a new comparison
- Look up words in a thesaurus
- www.m-w.com
12A Little Practice
- Each of you will be given a poem
- Identify ALL the clichés
- Replace half of them (you can choose the easiest
ones if youd like) - Dont worry about making it rhyme
- Well do the first stanza together
13Which of the following do think are clichés?
Shes as pure as the driven snow,
Her face is as white as a sheet,
Her hands are as smooth as silk,
Her nails as red as a beet.
14Same Old New Girl
- Shes as pure as the driven snow,
- Her face is as white as a sheet,
- Her hands are as smooth as silk,
- Her nails as red as a beet.
- Her hair is like the golden sun,
- Her eyes blue like the sky,
- Shes as beautiful as an angel,
- and as hot as a firecracker on the 4th of July.
- Her temper is as quick as lightning,
- Her hatred cold as ice,
- Her laughter is loud and clear,
- But her crying is as quiet as mice.
- Her beauty may be skin deep,
- But her mind is as sharp as a knife.
- Im just small potatoes,
- And she seems larger than life
- They say shes one in a million,
- But I dont believe what they say.
- If shes all that and a bag of chips,
- Why say it with a cliché?