Helpful Blog Reviews On Mahogany Banded Bookcase

12 March 2011

Best price and perfect for my use as a solid base for my sewing/embroidery machines which need to be kept stable. Can be put together by an amateur like me.

Please can have opinions on my Titanic descriptive writing?
The icy sea paralysed my already weakened legs, holding them with a vice like grip; all I could do was watch as the huge funnels, moaning and groaning, fell into the sea with a massive thud, crushing the people below and ending their memories of what was the greatest ship in history. The Titanic was like a wild animal, taking down everything in its path. Desperate souls wailed around me as they were sucked under the water by the colossal force of the extraordinary ship, sinking to its doom and ending innocent people’s life with a sudden force. The ocean around me was like a battle field; blood stained the sea red, eerily silent bodies swamped me and death lingered in the air. The water had slowly engulfed each deck; one by one the porthole lights flickered out as they glided into the sea, ready to be perished by the sinister depths below.Suddenly, the stern of the boat shot upwards, thousands of petrified people slid down The Titanic like it was sending them on a one-way trip to death. As the sea was filled with even more helpless bodies I could taste the blood, the death that was all around me, but the salt from the sea was surprisingly calm. The night was clear, no wind, no rain, it was like a dream, like it had never happen, I closed my eyes and remembered the first time I stepped onto the unsinkable ship.Everywhere I looked was a kaleidoscope of colour, delicate crystal glasses placed beautifully on the tables, reflected rainbows in all directs, bringing light and hope to the room around us. The fantastically elegant staircase spiralled around our heads gracefully leading a delightfully crafted mahogany Banded Bookcase royal red carpet to the Grande landing above us. Truly lavish velvet curtains fell effortlessly against the extravagantly large windows, flooding the room with light, as the sun rose high in the sky, painting a perfect picture for a day that would never be forgotten. Immaculate chairs stood proudly throughout the ship, making their job to keep the guest of the titanic comfortable. The monumental room was like nothing I had even seen before, pure mahogany tables and fireplaces bought sheer beauty and quality to the room.Blood curdling shrieks ended my memory of what was once the Titanic, the beautiful ship that was dying before my very eyes. Peoples finger tips clinging on to the edge of survival, the only thing between them and the death pit below. Exhaustion now overwhelmed my body, it had taken control of me, no matter how much I willed myself to move, to pull myself away and take myself to safety I couldn’t. The last surviving element of the ship was tear provokingly propelled downwards, never to be seen in its magnificent state again. I felt alone, the pit of my stomach empty and my soul incomplete, as leaving beloved possessions and family behind had gouged a chuck out of it, forcefully taking away a vital part of me.Looking around I felt anger, so deep down, I didn’t know how to portray it, so many innocent people had died. Sights of mothers huddled with their babies in a blanket, frozen together for the rest of eternity, never to live again. 3rd class passengers lay deadly still, they had dreamed of a new start, a new life, with better opportunities, that had never come. Fragments of the ship shattered the surface of the ocean; hope shattered into pieces and reality was upon me. I could just make out the delicate detailing of the wooden door frames, the beautiful rose shaped petals and the ever so tiny thorns, carved with love. A painting of the Statue of Liberty floated slowly over the surface, the water had blurred the detail, creating a faint picture of hope, that truly I knew was far away cry. A long object ahead of me caught my eye, squinting I realised what I was looking at, the bow from a violin played by father, a member of the band. This object taunted me, played with my emotion and caused me to fall into a weeping frenzy, which took me back to just a few hours ago, the last time had seen my father.The whole ship shuddered with fear; the engines went dead and we were catapulted to the ground. Panic started to break out through the thousands of people, as everyone imagined the peril that would be brought to us. The impeccable dining hall had shattered into thousands of fragments. Pristine plates in pieces; perfect paintings lay lifeless, while terrifying screams echoed in my ears, above the soothing sound of the band playing a song that reminded me of home. The artificially calm porters told us not to panic, to put our lifebelts on and to slowly make our way to the top deck. I looked around as I left the room, and saw fear in the passenger’s eyes, a scene of destruction but also the ship of dreams.That ship of dreams was no more, the people abroad it were no more, I knew that is what would be in the near future. Abruptly, I looked as I heard the sound of a fellow human being, bringing hope to me, the beautiful sight of a life boat come into view, never before had a felt this content!
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