Tightrope Descriptive Writing

Palms sweating, heart beating, ankles quivering(parallelism). just feet from the end of the tightrope; my body was ready to give up. It was late fall and the once colorful leaves on the ground were turning a dismal brown(sight imagery). They made loud crunching sounds(sound imagery) under our feet as my project challenge class walked toward the tightrope course. Chatting with my friends David and Joey, none of us were aware of what was lurking in our futures. Coach Pug was describing the activity that we would be doing, his loud authoritative voice boomed into deaf ears(sound imagery). Only after he said that we would be walking across a tightrope course could I feel my heart race. He split us into groups and told us that we had to make it across the course by the end of class. I could feel the menacing glares from the tightrope. All of my previous experiences with tight rope were less than positive, and I had a hunch that this time would be no different. …show more content…
From his facial expressions, I could tell that his patience was wearing thin. Fine creases had formed near the vertexes of his mouth as if he was trying to restrain from frowning. His thick gray brows furrowed together, two hands desperately reaching out, very close to touching but not quite(sight imagery). That was when we figured out that we had to work together in order to get across the course. When it was my team’s turn, I hopped onto the rope, walked a few steps, and waited. Then, one of my teammates got on the rope and held onto the tree with one hand and my hand with his other. Cautiously I edged toward the other side of the rope. Moments later, my hand was touching the other tree and I had safely made it