Descriptive Essay Essay

Generally speaking, I’ve based this house on the houses of Marin in California and assorted Cornish fishing villages. I’ve also added a few ideas from friends’ houses, favorite books, and a couple other things to suit various whims of my own. Many of the things I imagine being included are overall feelings that don’t translate very well to drawings or words. What was really surprising was how coastal everything was - nearly every house I thought of during this project was near a cool, grey coast…

when I got an electrical plug stabbed into my fore head and I had to get stitches. I remember when I learned to swim at my aunt’s pond. I remember small details from my childhood, but one memory I know and remember enough about to write this 3-4 page essay is the time my parents took me and my two sisters to Disney World in Orlando, Florida as a surprise vacation. It was November of 2004 and my parents decided to go out to dinner with my two sisters and me. I don’t remember where we went I just…

Recently, I ventured into town to have coffee at a local café. As I drove through the beautiful back roads, cascaded with homesteads and cattle farms, I noticed a field of solar panels sprawled across acres of land with sheep grazing underneath. I observed an elderly farmer walking through the field with a bucket in one hand and a walking stick in the other. He stopped and looked up at the panels then began to rattle the bucket. The sheep raised their cud chewing heads and begin to trot over to…

It was a hot and humid night in Livingston Parish, Louisiana in the middle of October. My dad, mom, brother, and I were inching our way down the road towards the fairgrounds. The traffic was backed up for at least two miles and my brother and I were restless. At just 9 and 12 we had visions of hot dogs and funnel cakes swimming through our minds, making us ask consistently when we will be there. At almost nine o’clock we finally pull up onto the makeshift dirt driveway heading into the…

The Lincoln Memorial has a big set of stairs. When you walk in there is a high ceiling made of white marble and limestone on the walls. Lying between the north and south chambers is the central hall containing the figure of Lincoln sitting in contemplation onto the Mirror Lake and the Washington Monument. In both south and north chambers, there are inscriptions of Lincoln’s inaugural speech . The Lincoln Statue is sitting down looking straight to the Mirror Lake, with the right hand on the…

Endless winter night One day in January, in the dark hours of the evening, my brother and I decided to go quading on the cold road. Quading in the snow is always the funnest. The best adventures happen when everything is dark around. We don 't know what 's around us whatsoever. Walking outside on the cold dark planet, we slowly walked to the shed where our quad was sitting. We opened the door and the aroma of gas came our way. "Of course it smells like gas here" he said. "Well of course, this…

To Live While they wait, she walks around the small living room again, lifting up the corners of the blinds and peeking out into the darkness. All the windows are closed, but she pushes down at each pane a little to be sure. She feels Timmy’s eyes on her back and she wants to scratch her neck with her torn nails. There aren’t many people around anyway. This was never a populous town, true, but now it’s practically empty. Mr. Wilson, a few houses down, left for bigger cities long ago with…

A Wing and a Prayer Small northern communities are tight knit. It’s not that everybody knows everybody else’s business, but everybody is conscious who has not come back from the trap line come dark, whose boats are out on the lake on a windy day, and what flying conditions are like as they listen for that unmistakable drone of a returning Otter or Beaver. Often people will gather and go out to wistfully search the horizon for comforting signs of their loved ones. Such was the case one heavily…

I ran through the dark forest covered mountains. The cold, shilling air zipped through my long, pitch-black hair. The bats flew by me squealing with joy as they tried to race me. All was silent except for the brushing of the leaves and the flapping of wings. I soon heard howling and saw the wolves running in the shadows, joining on the race. My red eyes pierced through the coating of the night and gave me access to the world very few have seen. That many have feared. The night. I flew out of the…

The smell is what she noticed first, a combination of sawdust and lemon cleaner that filled her nose with its gentle scent. Inhaling deeply, she allowed the breath to fill her entirely. Every space between the arteries in her veins down through the tips of her toes as she began to walk across the stage. The caramelized wood was slippery beneath the daunting heel of her shoe, but she did not waver for the even a slight moment. Walking as her mother would, straightened back with an aura of…