The Jet Skier

Writing Goal: to write descriptively using alliteration.

The waves were continuous and the seagulls squawk was deafening, out at sea polluting the underwater world was a jumping jet ski as loud as one hundred angry lions.

The water was sparkling in the shimmering, sapphire sea streaming with strong sunlight. The jet skier was ploughing through the wandering water like a snow mobile making a amauter avalanche of waves behind him. The blinding, bright, blue paintwork was glitterly, glistening in the summers sun, showing-off  to the beach-walkers.

I could smell the sensational, salty sea air as the wild waves landed on the busy beach. Every so often there are terrible, toxic fumes removing that pleasure.

I feel exhilirated like I'm having sharp electric shocks every time he leaps in the air or does a deadly donut. I eventually get tired before he does and start to trudge back home.