Hi i was wondering if you could look at my story please and explain what my teacher meant by "The setting is vivid but less exaggerated with adjectives. The dual narration is interesting and works really well. There is even more you could do with this too, particularly towards the end of the story. For example, speed up the shifts between characters. I'm really keen to work on tightening the ending and sharpening the sentence length." Thank you so much !
It was early morning when I woke and stepped outside, backlit by the orange glow of the rising sun, the herd of elephants paraded through the deserted savannah. The low sun almost tried to push its way through the rare tree across the arid plain, leaving thick black silhouettes of the baobabs on the skyline. The herd of elephants were accompanied by a family of rhino, who almost blended in with the elephants. My eyes wandered upon the little beauties one would miss upon glance with this land. The ground was almost glowing shades of oranges and reds across the arid land, and the sunlight illuminated the cracks in the dry ground. It was not hard to tell there had been an absence of rainfall for quite some time, there was dust everywhere, on the ground, trees, leaves, even my teeth and lips. The strong scent of pollution that normally coats the towns of Africa is lost out here, instead the sweeter smell of cloves and smoke filled my nose. I looked out into the distance, and noticed some water that was trickling down what once would have been a raging stream, when rainfall was consistent in the wetter months. The rays of sunlight in the early sunrise got captured in the water and let off a blinding sparkle. A russell is the bush into front of me echoed my ears as a ball came flying from within, landing at my feet. The edges rough and worn against my foot making contact as I trapped the ball. I crouched down and placed the ball in my hands and allowed my fingers to slide over the ball. I fiddled with the ball until my finger fell upon the hidden engraving (Allow for stimuli to be used here).
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Lining up the perfect shot was difficult this morning, as my eyes squinted against this rising sun. Turnis bounced from foot to foot, conjuring up a cloud of smoke around him, blocking my line of view of the two sticks marking as the goal posts. I looked at my engraving of (Allow for stimuli to be used here) I swung my leg, making perfect contact with the ball. Too perfect. It torpedoed right past Turnis, right through the goals and right through the bushes we used as our goals net. “Off you go Taine you know the rules, go get it”, Turnis shouted as I starting running in retrieval of my ball, which was now out of sight. As I bashed through the bushes I skidded to a stop at the sight of this person holding my ball. I stayed out of sight and watched this thing, maybe he was an alien that Pappa has told me in his stories. His skin was clear, translucent, a bright reflecting white it almost burned my eyes. I had never seen someone or something like this before, his hair was a thin, tawny mop of a very light colour that seemed to even wrap all the way down his face, round his sharp chin and back again. He flipped my ball around in his hands, his eyes widening like Turnis on the return from a successful hunt with Pappa. Like the ball was his own, he caressed my engraving with a smile crossing his face. Anger boiled inside of me, that is my ball, my engraving, who does he think he is taking it like it's his own. Turnis would of told Pappa if I didn’t get it back, so I snapped a stick off the branch and slowly stepped out into the spotlight of morning light with the stick raised ready for a fight.
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I couldn’t help but smile at this engraving of (Allow for stimuli to be used here) it was so intricately drawn but with the wobbly hand of a child. The snap in the bushes broke my concentration as my eyes snapped up, in time to witness a boy no taller than the bushes come charging out with stick in hand. My hands flew up in surrender, dropping the ball to my feet in pure fear. He halted, swaying from side to side, as if in preparation to run at any sign of threat. Crystal blue eyes stone cold swept up and down my body, searching for the point of weakness, like I was his prey. I smiled in hope it would ease his fear that I wasn’t going to harm him, yet no expression passed through any muscle in his face. Only his eyes flicked. Up from my eyes down to the ball and back again. As if in panic that losing sight of my eyes would cause me to attack. The boys chocolate coloured skin glistened with the early morning heat, as sweat tumbled, pooling and picking up pace as it fell, shaping his persistently frozen face. I slowly reached down motioning towards the frayed ball, causing his freak reaction to hurl the stick with force. It flew perfectly, not wavering, not even in the early morning breeze, and landed straight in front of my feet. In search of whether this was an intentional miss of my body or not I made eye contact, only to be met with eyes of pure rage staring back at me.
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He dropped the ball like it had thorns, I smelt the fear radiating from every inch of his body as I raised my stick higher ready to attack. His murky eyes darted everywhere in hope of some protection, as he tried to hide the shaking of his fingertips by clenching them into fists. I scanned this unfamiliar human for some familiarity, something that would show me he was another one of us. Cloth covered every part of his body, as if covering some secret, which proved difficult to make a judgement of his danger to me. The corners of his mouth slowly edged up into a half hearted smile causing the caterpillar of hair above his lips to wiggle in sync. I stayed perfectly still with no movement, besides the occasional check at my ball that was now being held hostage at his feet. He edged down, his hand clasped out ready to grab hold of my precious ball. In a flash of rage and a moment of panic, it was to late. The stick that had been safely held in my hand had flown across the distance between us and landed inches from his feet. We held contact. His eyes interlocked with mine, as pure confusion and terror plastered across his face. A pang of guilty erupted in my chest as I saw this grown man in his most venerable position. Like a baby buck, innocent and no threat to us, yet always in Papas first choice of kill. I stepped back suddenly aware of what I had done and raised my own hands up in surrender, a smile sneaking across my face as a hope for forgiveness. The man slowly rose from his crouched position with uncertainty in fear I would strike again. Only until his eyes scanned my face noticing my repentant smile, did ease cross his face as his too, broke into a wild grin. He bent over once more to draw something into the now baking, dirt ground, then to quickly stand up and kick my ball back to me. I looked at what he had drawn to catch a glimpse of the engraving on my ball of the (Allow for stimuli to be used here) drawn perfectly. “Shh it can be our secret” he whispered as he raised his now stable finger to his lips and turned to enter back into his tent, leaving only the engraving as a remembrance of this encounter.