English vocabulary: Shapes, sizes & materials – 65 words with pictures, audio & printable flashcards

the barn is big.

It is small and gold.

It was large, bright, and heavy.

He sees the gold medal.

It is small and round.

Suddenly, the phone vibrates. A bright red box appears on the glass screen.

He wears heavy metal clothes.

The pages were yellow and dry.

Marcus has a silver coin.

The workers have a big stone.

A cargo ship moved silently across the horizon, enormous and oblivious.

He opened a thinner, darker book.

The bean poles were leaning at strange angles, like tired soldiers.

Arthur walked slowly down the narrow street.

The wooden chair started each night against the wall.

This is not because of the distance alone, but because of everything that comes with it: the tidal currents that shift every six hours, the water that sits at a relentless fourteen degrees Celsius, and the shipping lanes where cargo vessels the size of apartment blocks move without concern for lone human bodies.

Finn walks to the workbench. He sees something on it. An old phone. The screen is cracked. He picks it up. It is unlocked. It still has charge.

It was old wood and not flat.

The old iron gate of Mrs. Aldea's garden was always closed.

And yet, somehow, he had spent the last two years writing his Ninth Symphony — a massive, complex piece of music that included a full orchestra and a choir of singers.

Seventeen feet of welded steel, draped in three thousand hand-sewn feathers— gold, burnt orange, and a deep, almost painful shade of violet— it sat in the yard behind Delroy Ambrose's garage in Brixton like a ship built too far from the sea.

a grey circle??

Inside is a tiny photo of a woman.

wales. i think.

Specifically, he needed a local name for a broad, heather-covered summit that rose above a narrow glen approximately fourteen miles southeast of Inverness.

Dawson wrote it down as best he could, his pen scratching against the thick paper.

His umbrella was not plain.

Her fingers touched something smooth and stiff.

The farmer looked at the summit, then at the stranger with his leather notebook and brass instruments, and said something that sounded, to Dawson's untrained ear, like Beinn a' Chaorainn.

The old woman touched the silk.

The farmer looked at the summit, then at the stranger with his leather notebook and brass instruments, and said something that sounded, to Dawson's untrained ear, like Beinn a' Chaorainn.

She knew every bump and every tree on the hill.

It is small and shiny.

Priya came to Margaret's office to collect the CV. They talked for almost twenty minutes. When Priya left, she was holding a small sticky note Margaret had written for her.

Donna pulled the foil blanket tighter and looked out at the water.

The mural had depicted the neighbourhood as it once was: the fish market on the corner, the ceramic tiles on the front of the old cinema, the women sitting outside the laundry on summer afternoons.

Inside was a single carbon-fibre baton, 26 centimetres long, with a cork handle wrapped in faded blue electrical tape.

In the end, she wrote a single line in the accession record: Baton, carbon fibre.

The route ran over uneven cobblestones, and a pancake did not like to be flipped at speed.

Black Mere was exactly as the name promised: dark, opaque, perfectly flat.

And then the line went taut.

Film footage—grainy, incomplete, but genuine— showed Hartley clearly behind the ball when it was played.

The mud is dark and soft.

Donna pulled the foil blanket tighter and looked out at the water.

Marguerites are delicate flowers, and there was nothing delicate about what they were doing out here.

and then she asked why it bothered me so much that the boundaries between different parts of my life were overlapping.

Her fingers touched something smooth and stiff.

It was said to be the length of a man lying flat, with eyes the colour of tarnished silver.

He carried a long, thin pole made of wood.

People wait in a long line.

The chairs were hard.

It was a simple gold ring.

ok. a paper ticket.

It is very deep.

they are... flat.

And then the line went taut.

with the little heart-shaped lamps.

Someone drew a thick, dark line through it.

The White Cliffs of Dover can be visible from surprisingly far out, and their pale, solid presence on the horizon has a strange psychological effect — they make the remaining distance feel both shorter and longer than it really is.

with the little heart-shaped lamps.

The light showed a long, straight path.

But she also noticed, for the first time, the small sign he had mounted on the yard gate— hand-painted and weathered: COME AND SEE.

They used a sharp stone or a metal tool to scratch their names into the wall.

The king and queen costumes hung on dress forms inside the garage, glittering under a single strip light.

Even from across the table, Elena could see her grandmother's handwriting — small, careful, and slightly tilted to the right.