Descriptive Writing Excercise

1. Describe to someone who doesn't know him/her, a friend, relative, or a person in your neighbourhood.

I watched as he approached; his steps crooked and unsure. The toenails on his feet were like fossils, an ugly blackish, yellow, while the feet were a much different story. They grew in a peculiar way much like a "V" shape, so that the toes wher much larger than normal. It was no wonder most of the time he wasn't in shoes. His attire was old and worn out, full of stains. A matching blue-gray two piece that looked like it had been passed down for many generations.

He had a pot-belly resembling an over-ripe breadfruit, round and large. It glistened with perspiration, evidence of long and hard work in the sun. On his chest was a medium sized patch of mostly grey hair. On either side of it were his pectorals, they were dog's ears, droopy which seemed to match his posture perfectly. His posture was more of a slump than a stance, as he walked, if I can even call it so, he made sudden jerks, giving him an awkward stride

All of his physical features led right up to his face. He wore a tired expression most of the time unless he laughed or smiled which revealed his almost toothless grin.Old age consumed the majority of his face; you could see the wrinkles, vivid as the sun. His cheeks sagged like fat on a baby's bottom however his skin was nothing like it. His skin was like an elephant's hide, rough and raw. You couldn't tell anything from his eyes they were empty, so to speak. Like little black marbles, they were emotionless. His wispy, whitish-grey hair was like a cirrus cloud, not much, but enough to cover his balding head.

His personality is difficult to illustrate. Majority of the time he is content, sitting down listening to "Perkins Online" or "Lang and Company" in the afternoon. While other times he would appear to be sad or lonely emitting a feeling of melancholy. On a whole he is a cheerful man, willing to do whatever work assigned to him with a smile. He is respectful and kind to us with many good attributes and habits. However, the habit that I dislike the most about him is the many times he will come early and be "drunk as a skunk" as my mother would say. This was the state he was in now. I perceived this from his jagged steps, as I mentioned before. His breath could be smelt from miles away; clearly he had been drinking some white rum. When he asked me for some water, he repeated the same clause about three times - consecutively. It was wonder, how he completed the slurred sentence. We have tried to convince him to stop, but all our attempts were foiled. Even with his faults we still accept him for his overruling good qualities.