Descriptive Essay Essay

Daughter to the Sky A non-fiction essay as lived by Cinnamon Spear I was born a daughter to the sky. Vast expanses overhead have become my breath. My family and I would sit amongst prairie hills studded with pine trees, consuming countless sunsets. You could see for miles and miles. The sky would flow from a crisp blue to a subtler shade of purple. Passionate pinks and oranges would come just out of that finally resting upon a vibrant yellow source. I caught myself thinking once, “This…

I 'm lucky, crazy lucky. To be living a dream, to have found it so young, for it to be afforded by hard work and minimum wage, to be healthy, and to have hiked so many miles, with such great people, it 's more then anyone deserves. All I can do is soak it up, learn from my blessings, and become better through them. After three months on the trail the daily routine becomes monotonous. It becomes easy to overlook beauty, to put my headphones in, my head down, and walk right by the greatness around…

Tossing and turning, I could not sleep the night before our cruise to Ensenada, Mexico. Excitement had gotten the best of me. It was the day of the cruise. We all met 5:30am sharp outside of our friend Aaron’s house. All of us carpooled together in Joey’s car and hit the road to Long Beach, California; where it is the home of the Carnival Corporation’s Long Beach Cruise Terminal. When we arrived we can see all the cruise ships that were departing that day. First we went through the terminals,…

Jeannette Walls, the author of “ The Glass Castle”, developed a story based on earlier memories of her sad life. The Walls family has been moving around the US for years, not being in most houses for more than a few months. Each new location being different from the last. An “adventure” is what the family would call it every time they skedaddled out of their current home. The one responsible, it seems, for all these sudden moves in location is Rex Walls. He is the father of 4 children, including…

Scelestus City is exactly how I remember it. From the ground, it looks like a completely war-destroyed city with no survivors and no hope for life. I know better. I know what really hides in those broken buildings and overgrown streets. Murderers and cutthroats. I can almost imagine the sound of fighting and death in the distance and the smell of crime on the wind. It’s a place of utter chaos and it’s exactly where my friends are. It’s strange being back and looking down on the city as it…

“Santana Adventures” I never realized when I was younger what the true meaning of family was. Through the many little adventures life brought to my family, I grew to learn exactly what it meant. One such adventure, began on a warm spring morning in early March. I was fourteen at the time, you know, that young, annoying, and awkward age when you aren’t sure whether you should “be cool” or just go home from school and watch Arthur. “Brrrriiinnnggg! Brrrriiinnnggg!” My alarm…

When my parents chose my name, death was the only thing they had on their minds. My parents had not expected me to survive in the womb, or during delivery, or even the few weeks after my birth. I was a small, frail baby who my parents deemed a miracle, thus they named me Apoorva: a name that means rare and precious. The name Apoorva is a name that fits me with regard to my personality, but not in accordance with my physical traits." According to namesmeaningdictioniary.com, Apurva [an…

Savannah The isolation room was where I spent most of my days, the walls were starch white, the bathroom was limited to a plastic shower door with a very low hanging shower head, a toilet and a mirror bolted to the wall both utilities were white and bland. There was one double paned window with a wooden ledge covered in past patients scrawlings and profanities, the window overlooked the grassy forecourt. The day I went home from Pine rest was a memorable day. It was Sunday and the sun was…

When I was ten years old my parents decided to add on to our house, but in the least exciting way. We were building a new garage. I remember thinking how useless the new addition would be, questioning to myself, “Why are we not building a new play room instead?” Now that I am older and have used the garage for multiple years, I have come to realize just how special it is. Out of all the rooms in my house, this space has given me the most memories with my favorite people, my neighbors, and family…

Home Sweet Home There's a fine line between a lonely home and hell. A lonely home can tear one apart if said person isn't careful. When nobody is around to conversate with there is nothing to do besides reflect on oneself. My apartment was the loneliest place of all time. I once spent two months alone there unemployed and afoot. Although limited, secluded, and meager my time spent alone there led me to self-actualization in numerous aspects of my life. The single-bedroom apartment was at times…