I intend to write a piece of creative writing describing a place or scene that I have visited out of this country. I plan to use figurative language and involve my senses to enhance the story that I write.
Scorching temperatures and musky air surround me on my travels through the concrete centre of Brisbane Australia. Hot temperatures are even more prominent on the pavement underneath me, nearly melting the rubber off my $12 pair of Birkenstocks. The atmosphere of excitement filled me with great Joy heading to the Stadium with crowds of supporters joining as one river of free flowing people. These crowds of people formed as one big rainbow as each supporting was repping their teams colours for the big event. The smell of hot dogs and hot fries stimulate my nose hairs as I can tell Im getting closer to reaching the tournament. Brisbane’s unique mixture of scorching temperatures , laid back and fun-loving people, all adding to the awesome atmosphere that surrounded me. The anticipation is burning up inside of me as I could hear the roars and the cheers inside the concrete dome ahead of me.
BEEP! BEEP! The swiping of the tickets had me feeling suspenseful and anxious. The scorcher of a day was quickly apparent as I stepped into the grand stadium. BOOM! the sound of the colossal giants on the field in front of me had the crowd at the stadium in an absolute free-for-all. The atmosphere that surrounds me had me in awe. Taste of the Hotdog put my taste buds in a world of their own, with the sauce aroma on the Hotdog had my mouth watering and my nose hairs tingling. Another huge clash on the field had the crowd in an absolute frenzy. The buzzing crowd and insane aura from the surrounding people have goosebumps arising all over my body.
As the sun is starting to set in Brisbane and the shadows on the field started to get bigger the crowd intensity was at max. The Hits on the field below me started to magnify which sent chills down my spine and undoubtedly my friends around me could feel them as well. I noticed my ears were aching and ringing as for the past five hours I have been sitting listening to the collosal giants ramming into each other and the fellow people surrounding me cheering and shouting there support and opinions. As the last match was playing and my last hot chip was being consumed I had a deafening thought and realised that this last game could possibly be the last time I ever get to see a game of Rugby 10’s live.
When I first step out of the stadium it feels as though the city of Brisbane has gotten even hotter that it was before I entered the massive concrete bubble. The train travelled slow and the bumps along the track would jolt me awake. Whenwas alive at the late hours of the night and the bright dazzling lights of the skyscrapers and towers beamed down towards my face. As I arrived back at our accommodation a grin started to appear on my face as I realised that the Brisbane Rugby 10’s was an event that I will never forget.