Another writing exercise where I used one of the prompts to practice descriptive sentences…
Ivy-do, Ivy-loo, oh Ivy why to say of you?
The ivy scaled the wall, stretching its long, curly limbs across the stones and grasping their edges for dear life.
Faded green ivy stencils limped across the wallpaper borders of the dusty library which had not seen the light of day in forty years.
Alice angrily snatched the tendrils of ivy from the wall, imagining they were the silky, perfect strands from her older sister’s blonde head.
Ivy danced and twirled across the garden’s lattice fence.
Loose tendrils of ivy poked their nosy leaves through the lattice fence like snooping neighbors.
Vivid forest green veins pulsed across the ivy’s leaf, pumping their color across its flat surface.
The ivy leaf reminded me of a heart, pumping its vivid green blood across the body to all points stretched across my small palm.
– Written by Miss A on February 7, 2012