White House Descriptive Writing

Words: 900
Pages: 4

Heavy torrents of mindrops fell onto the opened half of the porch, I was sitting on my father’s rattan chair; my long legs resting unbecomingly on the small wooden table in front of me. The rain pittered-pattered in front of me, a natural orchestra playing a unique melody, but I was not listening. Instead, my ears were focused on the noises coming from next door. Maybe it would be more appropriate to describe it as screams. A male voice shouted, ‘ Open the door!’ quite roughly and I heard the sound of a door being banged. ‘ Come on, you don’t want me to be angry, do you? Open the door!’, the male voice said again, louder and angrier this time. I heard more banging. I have a very acute hearing, and I heard a female’s faint sob as the loud banging ensued. After a while, the banging sound stopped. The male voice said, ‘ I’m going out to buy a saw now. I’ve had enough!’ and I heard heavy footsteps. The male was going out of the house. I quickly went back into the house. I heard a car being started and the sound of a car door opening …show more content…
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