Descriptive Writing Essays

One of the best places to go when your Friday night plans fall through is 600 Wellwood Ave, Lindenhurst, Long Island. When my friends and I arrive I can read “Applebee’s” in big, bold, red letters from across the parking lot. It’s like a ghost town until you reach the corner of the strip of businesses. Applebee’s brings the parking lot to life after 10 o’clock when you are eligible for half off apps. From the minute I walk in I see various high school sport teams covering the walls. Your first…

As I look from my place under the beach umbrella I look at my feet. Their dark, mottled colour , icy in the depth of winter. It has been 3 weeks and I have been sitting in this exact spot for 3 weeks. My mother recently passed away and our whole tribe is feeling the blow. Our home country was being slowly torn apart by the ghosts who call themselves Europeans. I miss life before the settlement, I miss equality. 3 weeks ago, it seemed centuries ago I realised that I had to do something for our…

The dogs grew frantic; low, slowly rising growls coming from them. They were waiting for dinner. They lunged at my legs. Their teeth ripped at the dress. My screams only fueled them and heighten their anticipation I knew it, but I couldn’t shut my mouth. I had never been so afraid. Teeth caught my skin and tore. I felt one of the dog’s teeth go deep into my Achilles tendon. Puncturing. It was the one spot I hated shaving because thoughts of cuts made there by the razor always made my skin…

On the comfortable seat of the boat, I could see the thousands of barn swallows in the distance. I could hear the roar of the 1400 horsepower engine of the boat, the feeling of the humid air around the docks, and the scent of the hotdog stand up on the sidewalk. I was on the boat with my mom, dad, aunt, brother and sister, and my cousins. It was in the heat of the summer at the hottest part of the day in the Wisconsin Dells. The driver was spinning the boat around and doing what he called a,…

The hot rays of the sun dazzle the windows of the ice cream shop as I peer in nervously, hoping that nobody I knew was inside. “Come on Ava,” my mom says, holding the shop door open. “I can’t stand here forever!” In the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of Heather and a couple of her friends laughing and eating huge ice cream sundaes complete with a mountain of toppings at a table in the back of the shop. Reluctantly, I trudge through the door, trying to keep my head low, in hopes that…

I wake up with the sun, the grass and leaves wet with dew, the soft splash of the water upon the shore. Hugging the mountains is the mist protecting them from the eyes of us humans. My back aches as I get out of bed, but prayer comes first and I push myself to get up. Throwing my habit over my head I begin my day. The grotto is silent, the flowers sway, I pray to the Lord and ask for forgiveness, my sins too much to bear. I pray with all my heart and soul and let God know he is thanked. I…

It’s almost time. Whitney’s 200 meter relay race is next. Her heart pounds inside her chest, waiting. The first race is now done and it’s time for Whitney and her team to go. The first person of the team steps up onto the block. Whitney can hear the announcer saying “Step up. Take your mark. Go!” The first person jumps in the water and the race has begun. She swims faster and faster. The next person waits patiently to go, and as soon as the first one hits the wall, the next one jumps in. Its’s…

Come take a journey, to the most remarkable, and magnificent place on earth. Soft and calming music plays as the dove white door imprinted with squares. And a smooth, shiny, seal gray handle creaks open. Entering, a simple dark wood bed laid off-center in the room. With a cozy looking mattress, and soft, velvety blankets draped over the bed. Tawny and tortilla coloured carpet stretches across the ground of the room. Conjointly, walking across the carpet felt like sinking in quicksand. A…

Thud! I closed the tailgate of my dad’s truck. I turned around with my bow in hand. The quiver that is attached to the bow has three new arrows in it. I grabbed the middle arrow and knock it for my walk out. My path is a narrow strip of mowed grass between a dense wooded area and a corn field. After blowing my nose and clearing my throat as much as I possibly could, hopefully so I do not need to do any of those things on stand, I started on my way. It was a short walk probably half a mile or…

Have you ever looked forward to something so much that you're nearly exploding with anticipation? Well, that's how I feel as I sit on this boat with my best buddy in the whole wide world, Blake. It's the nicest day of the summer and I've been itching to take my new boat out for a spin since I bought it last summer. Obviously, I had to take Blake with me becasue we've been on boats since we were little boys. Now, at twenty-one years old, I get to sit back and relax on a boat of my own. "Hey…