Descriptive Writing Essays

While driving down the road a new red truck passed him with a boy sitting beside the driver. Mr. Cassidy knew it was one of the coaches for the local baseball team. Thinking about his son with fond memories of his son, Joe and the way he always wanted to go with him in the truck. Gee, I had almost forgotten him. I wonder where he is living. He thought with tears pouring down his cheeks. “I miss him so much.” +++ While driving up the tree-line-country road leading to the ballpark, his…

Natasha The War on Morality Morality is defined as principles concerning the line between right and wrong, or good and bad. Ethics is defined as moral guidelines that govern a person's actions. Morality and ethics are often suspended in war time. This fact is demonstrated by the massive amount of civilian casualties that wars seem to carry as well as, the destruction of homes and land. But why would such a thing occur. After all, wars are fought by humans who have the capacity for compassion.…

I arrived at the town of Hatchet River and immediately felt as though I were an outsider. People came out of their houses just to watch me drive by as though they could sense that I did not belong there. The truck that I had rented felt gigantic on the cracked narrow streets, making me stick out even more. It was one of those places where everyone knew everyone and I suppose that they preferred to keep it that way. Feeling anxious, I began to itch away at a bug bite on the back of my neck. I…

Snow Fall The snow fell gracefully onto the ground flake by flake. As my family packed each bag into the car until they pressed tightly against the rear hatch, I tilted my head back towards the sun attempting to catch each fraill flake with my tongue. My entire family piled into the car slowly as I continued to stand motionless in the snow. Finally, forty minutes later when every mitten and hat had managed to make its way into the car, summoned by my parents who were anxious to get home, I slid…

1.One cool Halloween night, two kids were exploring down a foggy dirt road. Not looking for anything in particular just being nosey and wanted to know more about this "haunted house". It lays beyond the two tallest pines trees, but still has never been seen.. When the two kids reached the two tallest pine trees they saw nothing, until a little girl with two perfectly curled blonde pig tails approached them and grabbed the two kids hands. They were never seen again but they saw everything, and…

It was January 1918 in Salamanca, Spain and I looked out in sorrow at what was left of our beautiful city. The streets were empty and posters hung limply on every wall. Broken glass littered the ground and the air was thick and smelled of death. I tried my hardest to justify my reason for being outside. I suppose in the end I am just sick of hiding. I think back to when it the La Grippe had first come. It was about a month after people had started to die that my husband left me and the children…

Everyone has his or her paradise or happy place, a place where one can forget about the stresses of life and let loose. My paradise is the lake, I’m sure this is no surprise from a Minnesotan. Any lake will do-though I do have a few favorites. One of my favorites is in Atwater, Minnesota. Here at my grandparent’s house on the shores of Diamond Lake I find my paradise. Diamond Lake is out in the middle of endless farming fields. Pulling up to the house I feel pure joy. The home is a 2-story log…

“Just take one step at a time, Moch. It’s not going to be the end of the world if you can’t say goodbye to her,” I mumbled under my breath, as I gently knocked on the glass door with white roses in my hands. I slowly uttered, “Mom, it's me your son Bob Moch. Can you please let me inside, I just want to talk before I leave. I bought your favorite flowers, white roses.“ As I began to turn away from the door it creaked open and I was in the presence of one of the most important people in my life.…

The small dinghy that had dropped anchor in the turbulent waters of Stillwater Cove moved in synchronized rhythm with the undulating waves that knocked against the side and the occupant cursed under their breath, “Damn, the water’s rough tonight. I’m glad I don’t get seasick or I’d be puking over the side right now.” Turning the vessel into the choppy current, they surveyed the surrounding area. Stillwater Cove made the perfect place for a romantic weekend getaway or as the individual on the…

Spring break A hot and bright day is accompanied by a “U” shape shoreline on the beach. With a light breeze, tourists could perceive the salty air of the sea, the lack of the debris, and the small crowd around makes it seem that it is a private beautiful beach. The sand is golden brown covered with some fresh foot prints from the vacationing tourists, the sky is light blue with no birds or clouds, and it was a very sunny day. There was one group of tourists sitting on the sand, enjoying what it…