Is this descriptive natural? 0024

The music was loud. So loud. The bass would latch onto my heartbeat and send a thrill across my body. Towering rides stretched to the clouds. Teenagers at the roller coaster screamed with elation ; almost louder than the music.

The horses at the carousel danced to the rhythm. Their smooth skin stuck to me in the blazing heat.

At the center of the funfair was a game of bopping apples and a middle aged woman was leaning over a blue bucket of water. Droplets were glistening on her eyelashes whilst a black trail of mascara drizzled down her soaked skin. The water rippled like miniature waves fading in the bucket. A bright red apple bounced along the surface like a submarine.

Excited children ran in circles near a hotdog stall, screaming out "tag!" One child was laying across the concrete floor with her grazed knees tugged towards her chest. The hushed sound of her cries were swallowed by the tune of laughter and music, making her almost inaudible. She stared at her sore knees as a tear drop trickled down the side of her face.

A group of five teenage girls walked in a line with their arms linked. All of them were holding onto a stick of pink fluffy candyfloss that sparkled beneath the bright blaze. Their fingers were sticky and they walked in a careless, wobbly line towards a group of elderly, who lay in a patch of grass. Their wrinkled skin was a tie-die of red and brown. One of them wore a white pair of shorts and some grey floral Clark's sandals. Her head was buried into the freshly cut grass that was neat and even like the teeth of a comb.