Descriptive Essay

As I step off the bus into the sweltering air of Honduras, I am quickly surrounded by an abounding number of children jumping around in excitement. Overwhelmed by all their overjoyed faces I try my best to embrace all of them. It was astonishing to see how excited these children were to see me without even knowing me. Immediately I felt like I belonged there. A place so warm, loving and welcoming that the positive energy completely caused me to forget the dripping sweat and general discomfort I…

The moon was full and bright, this Halloween night. The spooks were out, giving everyone a fright. My brothers and I were tucked safely in bed, when we started to hear sound that filled us with dread. So, we crept to the window to peer outside, but what we saw, made us run back and hide. Below us were monsters and goblins galore and they were making their way to our front door! As quiet as mice we snuck down the hall and found ourselves in A Grand Monster Ball. The room was crowded with spooks…

Delicate chocolates fade to coconut cream as they pass the lips of an elated lover. A soft, devoted kiss is shared. Rose, musk, and sugary-sweet perspiration thicken the air. That is the futile romantic’s interpretation of Valentine’s Day; the commercialized passion that directs the heartstrings of every woman. True love however, ventures well away from the likes of The Notebook or Fifty Shades of Grey, and while I wouldn’t confess to have a perfect relationship I do admire my husband’s attempts…

I roll out of bed, walk over to the window, and pull back the curtains. Beams of light pour into my room as I squint my eyes. Not a cloud in the sky. It’s mid-June on a Saturday morning and I’m off of school for summer. I walk out my room and hear the sound of sizzling bacon. A hint of maple is wafting in the air. This can only mean one thing: bacon and pancakes. An ecstatic grin appears on my face while I make my way downstairs. As I turn the corner I see a stack of fluffy buttermilk pancakes…

It only takes us a few minutes to get to Luis' house. We get out of the car and walk to the front door. Music hits my ears as we step through the threshold. "Is someone here?" I ask, taking a look at my surroundings. The living room is connected to the dining room giving the home an open concept. The walls are all painted a soft yellow, and the light brown color on the couches make the room pop. "No," he says, looking at me with a weird expression on his face. "Oh, the music? I forgot to turn it…

The sound of glass crunching under my boot echoed across the ruined city. Noise used to be comforting, now I despise it. Especially now. Not now, I can’t be found. I need to get the drop if needed, the crate is important. Walking down the street I hear multiple pairs of footsteps. No, they can’t find me. I sling my M4A1 over my shoulder and run into a building across the street. I ram through the door, knocking it off it’s hinges. It crashes to the ground with a bang, rubble crunching under it.…

Red Eyed Monster During the summer of 2012 when I was only 12 years old, we moved into a new house in a relatively good neighborhood. The house itself was amazing, the exterior painted a soothing brown color and a lavish front lawn, the interior decorated beautifully. But it wouldn’t be how beautiful he house was that would make me remember it forever, it would be the strange events that took place inside my room that would engrave haunting memories into my mind. On the ceiling of my room was…

It was a hot, harsh day my friends and I concluded that it was a temperate day to go to the beach. I could see the sun idealistic yellow pellet, rankling in the sky as we were headed to Virginia Beach. The outdoor temperature was dynamically beginning to dive down and the activity lines were beginning to get smaller which was an indication that we were near the beach. We parked our car and began strolling crosswise over dark black-top, which radiated warm from the sun. Strolling forward I…

That one particular morning, the sun shined incredibly bright and the sky was clear of clouds. There was the slightest breeze that made the extreme heat just a little bit more tolerable. All the commander and lieutenants and the people that worked for them were gathered in the commons of the Rock Island Arsenal that my father was about to take command of. My dad was dressed in his white dress uniform that displayed all his medals and ribbons on the left side of his chest. The dress I wore had…

My mom always asked me, “If your friends jump off a cliff, would you jump too?” Evidently, I would. As I was falling off the End of the World, I realized what a stupid idea it was. No, not the actual end of the world, but a cliff that lives up to its name. I plunged into the ocean, salt water rushed into my nose, and I struggled to catch my breath. While clinging onto a rock for dear life, I had another realization; my mother would never let me do this. In the early years of my childhood I lived…