Descriptive Essay

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…

I woke up to the sound of chains rattling against my skin. My head was pounding. I slowly pulled my hand up to feel where I got hit. My head felt crusty from the dried up blood on it. With much pain, I slowly looked up, only to be pushed back down. “Don’t move.” said a large, burly man wearing a stained white beater, long, ripped pants, and an apron with a ton of holes. He smelled like a rotting fish surrounded by flies. His apron was stained red, and I had the faintest idea that he wasn’t a…

The banquet hall was disquietingly huge. An intricately detailed table was covered by an ill-white table cloth and there was a grand ceiling with lights hanging high above the heads of the guests. The new King Macbeth had thousands of slaves chaotically running around; they all had a posture which told stories of hard work and dedication to their cause. Yet I doubt the King knew even half their names. The room itself was overly decorated with expensive gold-plates and paintings that portrayed…

Imagine driving to Florence one day in a small car. All is going well at the time. The sun is shining, and the radio is playing the best music. Looking in the rear view mirror, a truck appears behind the car. Paying it no attention, everything keeps going according to plan. Suddenly, it sounds as if an airplane is passing overhead and is making its final approach. Looking through the sun roof, nothing can be seen except a clear blue sky. Taking a look in the side view mirror, the so called…

1. Descriptive analysis of RR% and GR% The mean is a measure of central tendency that obtained by dividing the sum of observed values by the number of observations, n. Data points can fall above, below, or even on the mean, it is widely considered a good estimate for predicting subsequent data points. . For the retention rate (RR %), the mean is 57.41 while it is 41.76 for GR%, the dependent variable. The minimum and maximum are basically the least and highest observed value. For the retention…

"Shit. Can 't believe I did that in a skirt." she laughed, pushing herself up with her right arm. A throbbing pain shot through her left arm, starting near her shoulder, she must have disconnected it. The wind picked up, tossing her wavy dirty blond hair in her face. She pushed her hair back then realizing that she had a gun in her hand. She tucked it in the back of her gray office skirt that was now torn in many different places and covered with splotches of blood, same with her blazer. She…

The Adrenaline that a hunter feels being in the top of a tree stand waiting for the perfect deer to hunt is absolutely incredible, however hunters are not always lucky enough to find their prey. My dad and I began going around the ranch a day before we went hunting, we looked around to see where the biggest deer’s were located. We tested and align the rifles, to leave everything prepared to go hunting the following day at dawn. We were very positive that we were going to be lucky enough to hunt…

A shining metropolis carved from the finest of white marble, with pristine columns reaching towards the heavens and grandiose sculptures of alluring deities, guarding the city with devotion. A thousand brilliant tiles depict scenes of it’s illustrious history, while tiered fountains, scattered about the commons; although filled with water, no longer run. Years of neglect have allowed the elements to erode some of the intricate carvings decorating the façades. This city, once fit for a king, is…

Splash, splash and more splashes. The enclosed beach is silent, before a storm brews above. People escape the beach, quickly grapping their possessions as rain spits down on them. Gentle waves lap the shore, seagull swooped down from the sky determined to catch their unsuspecting prey. Soft moisturised fingers tingled against mine, grapping her attention slowly he leaned forward and laid he 's head on her shoulders. She counted every breath he took and wandered about what the deep oceans…

It was a dark, gloomy morning on September 11, 2001 in New York City, New York. Opening up my sky blue polka dotted curtains there was no sun shining in, but there was the beautiful view of the Twin Towers standing nice and high in the sky. Besides the beautiful view, I could already tell that it was going to be a bad day, which is not how I wanted to start my morning. Since, I do not have to work today I decided to try to make my day a little brighter and go get some breakfast. Evidently, as…