Descriptive Writing Essays

Steam puffed out of manhole covers that dotted the road. Penn Station came out at an intersection where the air was filled with the melody of car horns, voices and footsteps. Authentic New York style pizza was something I had always wanted to try. Across from Penn Station was this little, uncrowded restaurant that served some very addicting garlic knots. It was impossible to just eat one. The pizza comes in large, thin slices which had just the right amounts of sauce and cheese. It was a…

It was a light and loud and energetic evening. I had decided to go biking that evening. I was calm excited and hopeful. Everyone was very calm, but the roads were not for some reason. Oh, I remember - it was the Fourth of July! Everyone was in such a good mood for the fireworks that were going to be displayed soon at local parks. As I kept biking and biking on, I saw many familiar faces pass by. The whole environment was chill, it was welcoming - but no one could have ever predicted the horrible…

Crystal Cove, New Hampshire, a quiet and quaint town nestled on sandy beaches with astonishing views everywhere you turn. Small in size but large in personality, drama, and uniqueness. You can walk on the beach, the boardwalk, the pier and yet a few miles down the road ride through the old covered bridges. The winters are brisk and freezing and you can count on having a good time if you enjoy snow. During the winter, everything is draped in a white blanket for weeks. The trees look like…

The Xbox KFC Moldy Shoe Pit I have not been a college student for long, but the entire atmosphere fascinates me. Living on campus thrills me housing students of all ages and cultures living together under one banner in one huge campus. It amazes me how much destruction a college can go through in a year and still welcome freshman in the fall. Housing accommodations can either make or break your freshman year and moving into the perfect place is precisely what I imagined. My first day on campus…

The lights were just turned off. Everyone was laying in their beds. You could hear them shifting in their bunkbeds in effort to get comfortable while causing the old black rugged beds to squeak. I was tucked into my bed with only my head exposed on my top bunk staring up at the ceiling in the darkness. It was always hard for me to go to bed because of the high pane windows that brought light in from the street lights. You could hear the other guys getting out of bed at random times to go use the…

It was a cool and clear night, the kind of night when vampires roamed and monsters stalked. It was a beautiful night where you would not wish to stay indoors, a fact that the figure wandering the lonely docks of Port Smith noted contentedly. The figure belonged to Johnny Nakamura. He was of Japanese and Chinese descent and had just turned nineteen. Despite his heritage, Johnny was very much British. He was ruggedly handsome, his bleached hair styled into a rat’s tale with a scar down one eye.…

It was an early summer morning and the air was warm. Mother, happy and concentrated, was finishing putting the luggage into the van. My brothers and I are tired and excited for our trip to San Diego. Everything is packed and we’re on our way. Driving, talking, and laughing; we went along for hours until we finally arrived in San Diego. The air was suddenly refreshing and cool; you could feel the mist of the sea and smell the salt water the ocean. We checked into the hotel and we got on the…

THE FALLS I followed closely making sure to not let my mom’s shirt out of my sight.Many other people rushed by crowding the sidewalk.We were in Canada and I could barely tell who was and wasn’t american!We walked up to a gray dim booth.’’5 tickets for the boat tour please’’ my mom said her credit card in her hand.A lady took the card and handed it back a seconds later with 5 tickets.I could hardly wait we were gonna see Niagra Falls! It was chilly and the breeze was blowing.I walked…

The ocean is both beautiful and therapeutic. The sound of the waves crashing against each other relaxes the mind. In Port-Norfolk, behind the homes, under the underpass, and beside the dock there is a park area overlooking the Elizabeth River. Donated by locals, the park known as Reflection Path was built in honor of friends and family battling cancer. The view from Reflection Path ignites the senses and soothes the soul. As you approach the park, the feel of spongy grass smushes between the…

A bellowing screech pierced through the dark, night sky. Elle Thomas had forgotten to finish her algebra homework, and if she wanted to keep her 4.0, she had to get all the questions right. Almost instantly, Greg, her father knocked on her heavy wooden door in his signature style. Knock knock knockity knock, knock knock. “Everything alright in here Cupcake?” he inquired. “That was quite the scream.” “Yeah,” Elle responded. “I just forgot a few homework problems.”…