Descriptive Writing Essays

I took a large deep breath in of humid air as sat in my red lexus. Bullets of sweat rolled off my tired face slightly smearing my makeup a little more with every drop. I let out a large grone as I stepped out onto the concrete sidewalk. Wiping beads of sweat off my forehead I felt the vigorous rays of the sun cloaking my skin as it scintillated . There were very few clouds in the sky today promising to me that it was going to get even more uncomfortably hot. As I was about to take my first step…

As I looked out of the wet, speckled window pane of my grandparents old house, I noticed the gutters were bursting at the seams with rain water, and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from a nearby table. Suddenly, a flash of lightening lit up the dark, southern sky of Jamestown, Tennessee, and the instant vibration of thunder felt like an earthquake under my feet. I shivered watching the electrical, rain storm take over like a fiery beast this early, fall afternoon, and pulled my last cigarette…

A gentle breeze caresses my cheek, brushing a few pesky strands of hair away from my face. It is late, later than usual. The sun will set soon despite its height in the sky. It shines with a radiance that carries the inexplicable feeling of summer. Luckily, the radiance is not raining down with its usual heat, gifting everyone with a cool evening. I stand at the edge of my driveway waiting for my wristwatch to read seven O’ clock. Fifty seconds. Stretching my arms across my chest, I loosen my…

Nnneeaoowww. The small bush plane started up with ease as we pulled out from the the small cove on Nancy Lake. The plane bounced up and down, attempting to to get enough lift to take off on the water runway. Slowly gaining altitude, I felt my ears pop uncomfortably and adjust to the new altitude. Cutting through the air like a hot knife through butter, we began our short flight to Chelatna lake. The skilled pilot landed the plane perfectly despite the slight breeze and steady rain. We quickly…

As I ran to get the beckoning phone, the shining, smooth floor let me glide along while still holding my grip. I paid little attention to the Kiddush cup sitting on the black, heavy granite countertop. Passing the cup, an anomalous force decided to eliminate my predetermined path to the phone. The floor agrees with this force and released me from its sturdy grip. I felt my hand hit an object on the counter. I saw the ceiling turn from a steady picture to a constant, blurry picture. My body felt…

Mr. Flanagan Nolan. Trent Paper The Rescue We were half way there, but the truck was running on fumes and it was bone chilling cold outside. The truck started to sputter and slowed to a halt, I look back at the passengers which were sound asleep. I roused them from their slumber and told them were walking to the nearest town which is forty miles away. I stuff as much food as I can into the small travel pack and we set out. We had been walking for a few miles and I already can't feel my hands…

One late gloomy Friday night. After the semi- finals football game. A young high school senior boy sat in his muddy chevy truck. There was nothing other than silence in the air. He glanced out the dark tinted window. Then he evoked his bold and fearless truck. While clearing his chocolate eyes from tears. His truck came to life as he sped off. Gravel flew up in the air, leaving skid marks on the pavement. Although he appeared long gone, you could still hear the aliveness in his truck engine.…

Shifting its weight from side to side, the sugar-covered Northern gannet holds its short wings aloft, preparing to jump from a rugged boulder. After a careful scope of the diamond-crusted sea below, the white adventurer tenses before leaping from the mossy cliff. Briefly the gannet plunges--flapping its wings determinately until the stiff breeze lifts its stout form above the salty ocean spray. Swiftly rising through the clear air, the Northern gannet angles its broad, unmoving wings like a…

"Come on, Grace! We are going to be late for our flight," screamed my mom. "Ok, I am just putting my Ariana perfume in my bag," I yelled as a ran down the stairs. We hopped inside the car, buckled up, and drove off. I yawned because I hadn't slept much the night before, so I dozed off into a deep sleep. I dreamed about meeting Ariana Grande. She is my favorite singer of all time. I have always wondered what it would be like to meet her. I woke up at the sound of my mother yelling for me to…

You Blackness is all you see. The icy, damp, solid ground is the only thing your rigid back feels. You consider whether you should cry out, but your own sobs get caught in your throat, and your shouts become muffled. You think desperate thoughts about how someone will be concerned if you didn’t reach your destination, but you’re all alone. Saying some rather unpleasant words to make yourself feel better, you cry salty tears that leave tracks down your dirty face. “Anyone! Help!” you scream,…