Descriptive Essay

Being out on the lake was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. It was like being at the top of a rollercoaster waiting for the first drop, the heart-squeezing plummet to certain death that was never quite fulfilled. I never said no to a day on the water. “Race you to the buoys?” My best friend is one of those girls you love one second and want to choke the next. Every day on the lake starts like this. “See ya!” I yell over my shoulder. Before she’s had a chance to say one…

It’s around 4:00 in the morning. I’m in my pickup truck waiting patiently for the sun to come up. As I await for eventual sunlight, I look up into the sky and gaze at the magnificent Milky Way Galaxy. I’m just amazed at how incredible the night sky alone is. I occasionally see a shooting star, failing to remember to make a wish. As time passes by, I see that the stars are fading away, leaving me with no light to comfort me. With nothing visible to keep me thinking, I fall asleep. I’ve woken up…

Honest Horror I am eager to witness the horrors within “America’s scariest” that the masses raved about. Not having a reservation, I am forced to sneak around the attentive guard. The charcoal black suit with legs intimidates all who enter. Luckily, the bouncer stares mindlessly at the black cellular device within his tight grasp as if he guarded that rather than the entrance. In his moment of blindness I manage to duck underneath the red rope stanchions into the exuberant crowd. After…

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. They had finally arrived back from the snorkeling trip on the boat. It was a long journey on that ship. They set off sail from the port one week ago, when they were supposed to be out on sea for one day. They left the island one week ago to go snorkeling in the beautiful coral reefs of the Caribbean. It took them aground two hours to get the coral reef. The boat had finally arrived and everyone was so excited, it was so…

The concrete jungle is thought of as many things by many people, but the sunset was definitely spectacular. Manhattan was more than enough for me, but I had to get out of the city. I moved to New jersey, just across the river to Newark, it was just close enough to preserve the beautiful sunset, but far enough to create a more peaceful, less hectic environment. My arrival to Newark was not ideal, I lived in a one room apartment with all of the necessities, but that is it. I worked at a pharmacy…

I loath cold icy days and motion sickness, unfortunately my trip to San Francisco consisted of horrible weather with the addition of rough waters and questionably sound ships. As much as I loath bad weather I love traveling and exploring new cities, San Francisco was worth braving 55°F weather and 15 mph wind in July. I’ve never been phobic of confined spaces or water but there is something to be said about an old boat whining into port that set off alarms in my brain. White paint cracking and…

This was my first time being in a limousine. A long stretched matted black car, with opaque windows from the outside. It looked small at first glanced, but the inside it was humongous. I felt presidential I felt luxury. Like I meant special in someone’s life. It was Early on a Sunday morning riding to Jocqui funeral. Mc Donald’s had paid for it because he was working there during the time before his departure of my heart. This was my first time going to a funeral. I had a lot of mix emotion all…

Near our hotel was a strangely quiet, white, modernistic tourist village, where Grandaddy and I walked a few times and looked out over Carthage at sunset. The clustered design and emptiness of the village was in weird contrast to our lavish hotel, which was full of Tunisian art, mosaics, marble, and people. Sometimes we heard the Muslim call to prayer in Carthage below our hilltop hotel; these calls were melodic and very pleasant. We heard these calls in other parts of Tunisia, including early…

As I walk along lazily, I dig my feet into the sun-warmed golden sands, still damp from the retreating tide, as to fend off the blistering rays from the furnace of the day. The pulsing heart of the sea allows my ears to adjust and calibrate to the rhythmic percussion of the waves, which were harmonious with the calls of the gulls. As they encircle me, it becomes clear that they are interested in the violet-bed of mussels that are burrowed within the grey stones above the tide line. The salt…

The church gym has never been this packed before, of that I'm sure, but this is New Year's Eve. The room is dark, lit only by the big colorful lights set up on either side of the DJ's table. The colors turn off and the strobe light turns on, turning the swarming mass of dancing teenagers into something out of an old movie. One of the ones where there's a flicker of darkness between each frame, giving things a stop motion kind of feel. Up close like this the light is painful and makes my head…