Chip Shop - Descriptive Writing
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- Date Submitted: 02/10/2011 10:07 AM
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Tick tock… Tick tock…
It is five minutes to three. The silent slow clock ticked away; there was barely anyone to be seen nor heard in this greasy house of obsession for some of the finest; most luxurious yet unhealthy bucket of chips, ready to be served to a huge amount of ravenous team of teenagers exhausted from schoolwork.
Minutes went by quickly. An echo from the distance became louder and louder as each of the sizzling chips was tossed up and down from the flaming grill. The door slammed wide open and a group of spotty teenagers squashed outside all trying to rush through the jammed door before one another, it was a stampede. The animals were striving pushing, and shoving each other out of their way carelessly to reward themselves with the mouthwatering; tempting oily bag of chips, after a long, stressful day in school.
Small groups took their places and sat down on the dingy unstable chairs, and waited for their food to be supplied one by one. Every sweat of the waiter dripped down his agitated hairy face of horror, trying to prepare the food as soon as possible, to satisfy his hungry costumers. However the impatient striplings were getting tired of waiting in this humid setting. Frustration filled within the hectic room…
Moments passed people were finally eating with joy whilst others that joined the never ending queue stare and drool at them.
Sauces splattered across the gruesome, grimy room, squashed against the shrieking voice of the walls screaming for help, yet no one seems to hear it because it was covered by the stickiness of grease dripping in a slow intense motion leaving an unattractive stain behind.
A cold breeze entered itself randomly around the frantic room shaking the dim crooked light bulb that was fading as it was swaying left and right in the same manner repeatedly. Posters and fliers were flying away, floating in the air gradually. Hair swept against the costumers cheeks that were surrounded with sauces and oily...
It is five minutes to three. The silent slow clock ticked away; there was barely anyone to be seen nor heard in this greasy house of obsession for some of the finest; most luxurious yet unhealthy bucket of chips, ready to be served to a huge amount of ravenous team of teenagers exhausted from schoolwork.
Minutes went by quickly. An echo from the distance became louder and louder as each of the sizzling chips was tossed up and down from the flaming grill. The door slammed wide open and a group of spotty teenagers squashed outside all trying to rush through the jammed door before one another, it was a stampede. The animals were striving pushing, and shoving each other out of their way carelessly to reward themselves with the mouthwatering; tempting oily bag of chips, after a long, stressful day in school.
Small groups took their places and sat down on the dingy unstable chairs, and waited for their food to be supplied one by one. Every sweat of the waiter dripped down his agitated hairy face of horror, trying to prepare the food as soon as possible, to satisfy his hungry costumers. However the impatient striplings were getting tired of waiting in this humid setting. Frustration filled within the hectic room…
Moments passed people were finally eating with joy whilst others that joined the never ending queue stare and drool at them.
Sauces splattered across the gruesome, grimy room, squashed against the shrieking voice of the walls screaming for help, yet no one seems to hear it because it was covered by the stickiness of grease dripping in a slow intense motion leaving an unattractive stain behind.
A cold breeze entered itself randomly around the frantic room shaking the dim crooked light bulb that was fading as it was swaying left and right in the same manner repeatedly. Posters and fliers were flying away, floating in the air gradually. Hair swept against the costumers cheeks that were surrounded with sauces and oily...