Alternate Words, Phrases and Descriptions Flashcards

Question

How can you describe Small in a different way

Answer 1

Minuscule Microscopic Miniature Narrow insignifcant Nanoscopic Minute

Answer 2

First, let's look at touch and texture descriptive words: * Fluffy * Soft * Bumpy * Gooey * Slimy * Smooth * Rough * Hard

Answer 3

Then there are sound descriptive words: * Loud * Quiet * Faint * Buzzing * Roar * Pleasant

Answer 4

These are great words to describe tastes: * Bitter * Sweet * Sour * Tart * Spicy * Delicious

Answer 5

There are also ways to describe a smell: * Stinky * Flowery * Musty * Moldy * Nasty

Answer 6

Synonyms: Bitter, Bleak, chilled, arctic, Glacial, numbing, shivery, polar, below zero, sharp, Siberian , nippy, wintry, frosty, icy-cold. Example descriptions: The cold moves in only to meet the warmth of my blood, my defence against such ice. I feel it wash over my skin, again and again, only to be met by the beat of my heart, again and again. The truth is, as hard as it is, that so long as I keep moving I'll win. The ones who stop are the ones who freeze; the victors reach the safety of home because one foot always moves in front of the other in defiance to the wind, in a rage against the winter blasts, at ease with the volcano that breathes under this snowy mountain top. Tomorrow the promise of spring will blossom as flowers do, yet today the wind blows cold, the last serenade winter's song. Upon the grass there is snow, much like sprinkled sugar over cake. The frigid air has a way of keeping us in the moment, wicking away body heat faster than it is replaced. It's one of those days when normal clothes aren't enough, when they feel thinner than they are. Breaths rise in puffs, arms hug each body tightly and there is a briskness to movements that will melt with the snow. Come tomorrow faces will reflect the warmth of the sun in their smiles; today they show resilience and a will to prevail.

Answer 7

Synonyms of hot: Balmy, tropical, boiling, searing, roasting, flaming, parching, blistering, sizzling, fiery. The sun was slowly rising above the horizon displaying a stunning radiant of colour in the humid air. Bright streaks of red and orange from the rising sun diffused in the sky which overcame the dark twilight. The golden, glowing sphere brightened in the sky as it rose higher and higher with every passing moment, warming the awakening market.

Answer 8

Charming, Gorgeous, Angelic, Bewitching, enchanting, splendid, marvellous, divine, enticing, pulchritudinous, radiant, ravishing, Dazzling, glamorous. Her eyes have frozen over like the surface of a winter puddle, robbing them of their usual warmth. She's in there, I know it, but it's like she just took a huge step back from life. I want to reach in and tell her it isn't hopeless, but she won't believe me. I want to rekindle her heat but her insides are too damp with uncried tears. I always knew she had pain inside, but now its visible on her face and I wish it would go away. I know that's a selfish want, people have a right to their pain, they don't ask for it - it just arrives like the gift you never wanted.

Answer 9

Hideous, grotesque, Horrid, unsightly, beastly, monstrous, deformed, foul, revolting, repugnant, appalling, abominable, loathsome.

Answer 10

jovial, Delighted, Jocular, Jolly, content, JUBILANT, Ecstatic, overjoyed, gleeful, EUPHORIC

Answer 11

Unhappy, sorrowful, dejected, regretful, depressed, miserable, **melancholy**, despondent, dismal, gloomy, desolate, pessimistic & **morose**.

Answer 12

Atrocious, Abhorrent, Heinous

Answer 13

Bitter, Enraged, Furious, Indignant, irate, sullen, resentful, exacerbated, ferocious.

Answer 14

Rapid, swift, Dashing, active, racing, supersonic,

Answer 15

Bemused, Befuddled, demented, bewildered, disoriented, unhinged, perplexed, discombobulated

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Agile, Astute, Shrewd, slick

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Anaemic, feeble, fragile, sluggish, decrepit.

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Bizarre, peculiar, abnormal, erratic, irregular, mystifying, **perplexing**, **outlandish**, **Paradoxical**.

Answer 19

After the blackness of night, Earth's star rises on the horizon, spreading her gold in every direction. She comes in the way that natural forces do, needing not invitation yet feeling her welcome. The light is her gift, bold and free, for anyone who cares to open their eyes in the dawn and watch the world awake. This is our sun, a fire ignited to bring warmth to creation and inspire us to seek our own beauty within.

Answer 20

***The moon was a wraith-silver disc hanging in the lonely sky. Lasers of moonlight, as bright as diamond-flame, turned the sea a-glow like melted platinum. It was as if I was watching a scene from an old fable stepping off the page and I was beguiled by its beauty. The Chinese called the May moon the dragon moon and I could see why. The waves were a-glitter like curved scales and I became lost in the haunting lullaby of their swell and sigh***

Answer 21

Between clouds that promise rain, is a river of blue. From this sky-river comes a light that feels akin to pride, to confidence, that it will shine in any season, in any weather, the rays uniting as great beams. I imagine for a moment that they are strong enough to support the heavens above, these beams, so that we may walk with raised eyes, smiling at this beauty, thankful for the given day.

Answer 22

Between clouds that promise rain, is a river of blue. From this sky-river comes a light that feels akin to pride, to confidence, that it will shine in any season, in any weather, the rays uniting as great beams. I imagine for a moment that they are strong enough to support the heavens above, these beams, so that we may walk with raised eyes, smiling at this beauty, thankful for the given day.

Answer 23

The map of wrinkles on his face told of the most incredible journey. His eye lines told of laughter, of warm smiles and affection. His forehead told of worries past and worries present. But mostly they were so deeply engrained they told or a man who had travelled through eight decades to that moment; to stand here as an old man, beaten and forlorn. To be dismissed as "old" when he was so much more than the sum of his parts.

Answer 24

The cliff we stood on seemed as old as Abraham. Far below, the hungry sea gnawed at its ankle. Someone once said that paradise is where seagulls are flying beneath your feet. They were arcing and wheeling between the witchcraft of the morning light. An occasional scream would echo from the cliffs, eerie and resonating. The immense vista leading to the horizon was jaw dropping. The Prussian-blue vault of velvet above seemed to solder into the liquid blanket of silver beneath. Far out to sea, a solitary cormorant, sleek wings a-flurry, streaked out to the place where sea and sky melt into each other and was lost from sight. The slurpy slapping of the sea was muted, a metronomic murmur. The waves were merely snoozing, sluggish and slumbering in their liquid robes. They dribbled up to the beach of the sheltered cove, then shuddered and drizzled their sea spray onto its surface, whisking the stones before releasing. A current of cold electricity passed through the air. We shivered. The wind whipped up. The sea simmered. Sloshing, swollen to its confined depths, its cavernous bowels stirred, a growling from the fathoms. Suddenly, stone dashed sand teemed as the sea hissed, washed, polished, and lashed the pebbles before sloshing back. It hissed, slipped, dashed the sand and released; fizzed, spit, seethed the beach and released: sizzed, slapped, swished the stones and released. The mesmeric beauty of its beat was heart-swelling. We realized then that the sea was its own master, kindling its own symphony. It hadn’t finished its song yet, however. The wind, the midwife of the seas, served a different master and whipped it into a frenzy. The echo of a raspy rumbling from the enraged sea came to us, a tremulousness to fear. The waves were really sloshing, slurping and slobbering with their salty lips. They pounded into the cliff of the sheltered cove, then paused and pounced with malice onto its ankle, slamming the rock before releasing. A rumour of its malevolence passed through our legs. We shivered. The wind died down. The sea bubbled. Trembling, throbbing to its rotten beat, its malicious soul stirred, a warning from the ages. Suddenly, rip-tide rolls heaved as the sea foamed, crashed, pounded and bashed the cliff-foot before sloshing back. It foamed and frothed, plunged down hard and pummelled the hated cliffs; it lathered and lacerated, bucked waves and buckled itself; it smacked and smashed, surging waves and expunging its awful rage. Its hissy fit over, it swelled once more, juddered and was still.

Answer 25

The serrated mountains loomed in the distance. We made our way towards them as we had to make base camp by nightfall. They were **flour-white** and brooded over the land. Just as we approached, a chute of snow detached itself and went **trundling** down one of the mountains. It slid over the **knotted** edge and then went crashing into the chasm below. The silence that followed was spine chilling. It froze our marrow to think that we would be climbing in those conditions tomorrow. The **heaven-touching** apex of the mountain was drenched in brilliant light. Spikes of thin light impaled the snow in a bristling, moving line. We assumed that the heat had displaced the snow from **the hip** of the time chiselled mountain. All across our line of sight, the tips of the mountain range stuck up **like a row of thorns.** Swaddled around them were **necklaces of powdery snow**. The air became **arctic cold** as we came closer to base camp. The unmistakable whiff of **chargrilled lamb** wafted to our noses. Dinner that night was **cosmic**.

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