Descriptive Writing Essays

blanket over herself and let herself shiver until she fell asleep. Everyday after school Yvonne had to walk move in the blistering heat for two miles since her father was working later hours and her mother couldn’t be bothered to even look up from writing her stupid book.Yvonne hated that book; how does such a boring person write an even mildly interesting book. Knowing her mother it would be like every typical romance novel bored housewives who were unsatisfied with their marriage. She was…

ahead and take a seat at the back of the class near a window. "Alright class" Mr. Roberts says He 's middle age and is actually a pretty chill teacher he doesn 't really assign homework but he does expect you to work in class. "Today we will begin writing an essay on Pearl Harbor. I want it to be 2 pages long and you must have a citation along with it." The whole class sighs. Oh well I guess ehh Imma start on it tomorrow i 'm just going to write down a couple notes today. "Aracely, can you come…

It all happened rapidly the blur of the headlights as we pull into Spectrum Health Cancer treatment center. My father walks differently now since all the fluid in his right leg from the surgery that happened less than a month ago. Consequently it makes him do a limp as if he had just had a knee surgery. He winces at the steps, which there seems to be as many as a hundred. We shuffle through doorway, immediately peoples heads turn. As a result, most of them stare at my father's leg, following it…

It’s the calm of the morning, and I’m tired. The smooth and curving edges of the trail entertain my eyes as I hike towards my goal, the summit of Mt. Hyndman. It’s a kind trail, made of a cluster of aromas and a collage of colors. Sagebrush and young saplings add to the sensation of the vista. Sharp crackles occur beneath my feet as insects scamper around, frantically searching for minute fissures to conceal themselves in. Vibrant birds chirp cheerful melodies, and a stream trickles by whistling…

We all live for ourselves but its worthier when we do it for someone who has awaken life in us. Though the beauty of Dawn cannot be denied but the glory of the setting sun behind the majestic city line of Brooklyn City melts thousands of hearts, brings a few closer, gives hope to a millions for a new victorious day ahead and could be the end of to the certain chapters of some people’s lives they never want to look back at. The intense reflection on the ripples of water casted by the fading sun…

The bright sun reared its ugly head and my forehead immediately began to perspire. My hand gripped Katie’s and we ran. I tried to focus on my mother. Honestly I did, but it was Katie’s scream which got me. I turned my head slowly as we ran past. I saw a glimpse of what would be our new life. It was Mr. Jenkins, or what looked like Mr. Jenkins. He was splayed out on top of his wife. His eyes slowly turned in my direction. They were completely grey. Heavily dilated pupils, cold, barren and…

Blair’s lying in a confined room - ripped wallpapers, stained carpet and a worn out mattress is all that surrounded him. Blair was alone, surrounded by a deathly odour and nothing but silence. Suddenly unusual sounds hit Blair, like a slap on the face. The unusual sounds start to haunt Blair’s mind, constantly bothering him. As he sits tight another set of echos project throughout the weathered down house, eventually leading to Blairs room. As Blair sits up on the broken mattress, he peers…

A day on the horse farm I’ am frightened out of a deep sleep by someone calling my name in a rambunctious voice, and a light gleaming through my eyes. Dazed, I peel my eyes to see my father fixed in the doorway to my chaotic room. He yells that I need to get in gear that it is 4:00 a.m., and I’m wasting daylight by dragging around and taking my time. I rumble around disoriented to find my clothes and get dressed. The whole time I’ am wondering in my head why I get up this early to visit the…

As I make my precarious way into the wood, it seems my cautious tip toeing is pointless, for with every step a twig or a leaf snaps underfoot. Nevertheless, I continue on, the sound of my footsteps reverberating with an impossible loudness through the surrounding foliage. I gaze upon the towering trees around me, noting that the mottled skin of their branches bear a pleasant resemblance to my own flesh; the burn scars which race up and down my whole body a constant reminder of my task. The wind…

A godly aurora uplifts the wooden box, covered in chipping shades of bumblegum pink and gentle blue, from it’s present state on top of my dresser, as it forever holds the jewels of my past. In search of nostalgia, the contents of this unusual box are shrewn across the sheets of the queen-size bed in which I lay; one earring, one bracelet, one partially broken chain, yet they somehow belong there, despite the distinct differences between these memory-deriving ornaments. Within this miscellanous…