Descriptive Essay Essay

Creeping up to the line of scrimmage, as a cornerback, my mind was trying to figure out what the quarterback was going to do with the ball. I got into a defensive stance, into a mid squat, and I was on the balls of my feet with my left leg in front and my right leg right behind my left. My arms were in running form, with my right arm in front. I was waiting for the ball to be snapped. HIKE! The ball was snapped from the center to the quarterback. In front of me were the offensive linemen with…

For the first time in almost two weeks, my eyes slowly opened to a ceiling that wasn't white tile. My body felt heavy with sleep and my brain still filled with fragments of my dream from the night before. I rolled over to tuck my solid black comforter farther between my bare legs and pushed my body deeper into the mattress, one that wasn't foreign, stained, and filled with metal springs, but rather my own familiar one, which was newer and packed with foam and feathers on the inside. My only…

Upon walking into the Starbucks in Pinecrest, I was welcomed by several gestures. First, a woman gave me an affect display of a smile as she held the door open for me and further emphasized me to walk in by doing an emblem of her moving her arm from her body to the door as if to say come in. She did not say a word, but no word was needed. I simply followed back with the verbal communication thank you. I figured that I would stay for about an hour, but prior to sitting down and watching nonverbal…

Ding dong. I rushed towards the door as soon as I heard the whistling sound of the doorbell. My neighbor and my best friend stood tall at the door with a soccer ball resting on his hips against his palms, inviting me to play soccer as he did every day. Once the fiercely hot burning sun started to set and the sky turned from bright yellow to a delightful mixture of orange and pink, I tied down my soccer shoes and rushed towards the ground with him, inviting our other friends on our way. We got…

All rooms or parts of your home have their own, special purpose. However, there are rooms that receive much attention and have greater value than others. A bathroom shower is one of underappreciated areas in a home. Most homeowners spend their time cleaning the bathroom and making sure it’s neat. They don’t have enough time to give their bathroom a new look or an extra styling. This is the reasons why most bathrooms are plain and boring. If you want to stand out and increase the value of your…

I felt the air rushing past my face and my sweat dripping down my neck. I urged my horse on towards the final jump. Right before we would have hit it, his leg muscles tightened and he pushed off, just like we had practiced so many times before. We flew over the jump and landed with a solid thump. The spectators in the stands erupted. The clapping and cheering was deafening but it was exactly what we had earned. The three day event was well worth all the training that my horse and I had put into…

It was very odd to find a kangaroo in Conzano, a tiny town in the heart of the Piedmont in Northern Italy. Odd and confusing I felt, since I could not discern the grounds of such a concrete presence. Imperative is to stress that I mean “concrete” in two senses: the material (the cement of the moulding) in which this particular marsupial was made and hung on the lateral outer wall of the local bar, facing the main square; and its categorical ubiquity. The kangaroo was there and I could…

Staying at Dublin’s Grand Dame of Luxury Hotels, The Merrion 5 Intro Along a tony street of fine 18th century Georgian homes in the posh and stately area of Georgian Dublin, , there is a door man in green suite with a top hat and tail. Fashionable guests come and go with some dressed in bespoke business suits while other are dressed in more casual, yet spiffy attire. With each coming and going the door man bids a cheerful greeting in that lovely sing song Irish accent. The outside of the…

Pounding footsteps erupt in a looming forest of darkness. I remain numb to the freezing wind and branches that scorch my skin and I become fearful again. Winter bites into my flesh like shattered glass in a kaleidoscope of horror while its white crystals plunge from the dark sky, shining brightly against the shadows of the tall evergreens. My footsteps drown all of them out, leaving only a vague blur—the remains of my world underneath the weight of indifference. The monster is behind me,…

In this essay I demonstrated that the way a story is often told is decided by who the audience is and from their prospective. From the cheerleader’s perspective, the spectators will never know the feeling of when a cheerleader’s heart rises to her throat of the…