Descriptive Writing Essays

Me. Colorado. Mountains. Skiing. 12,510 feet. Nothing brings more enthusiasm than knowing you’re about to be carried over two miles in elevation by a rickety bench hanging from a cable, only to slide all the way down on a couple narrow strips of plastic. The entire experience of skiing creates an exhilarating sense of adrenaline beginning with the chair lift, standing at the top, and the trip down. At the base of the hill, I look up at the immensity before me. With my skis clicked in, my…

The Battle At The Bay It was early one morning,when my football team and I had a football game against the Anchor Bay Tars. There was not much people at the field.The football fields sat darkened. And the sun was just over the horizon so the sky looked super beautiful. Somewhere behind the woods a dog barked short and quiet like it was singing. I could hear it through my helmet as I started to warm up. Another dog answered now it was like they were talking.They kept barking back and forth…

It is safe to say I have been holding up quite well until recently. It has been 2 months today since I have left and still the atrocities I have seen in this time are unbearable. The constant warfare is exhausting and everyday I fear I will lose my life. Right now i am under a small cover in a trench. It is hard to write with the constant barrages of shells hitting the ground. I can almost tell by the sound how far the impact is. Everyday I am out here I grow more and more fatigue with limited…

A thick layer of sweat cascades from Seamus’ distressed face, as he struggles with Rey over his shoulder. Bumping into people and obstacles alike, Seamus moves with surprising haste considering the encumbrance. Caleb in tow, the three of them hurtle down Bagger's Alley. Stopping at a low khaki tent, Seamus ducks through bright door beads, Rey still on his shoulder. “Meridia git’ your stuff out, Seamus is back in town!” Seamus gasps for air. The weathered face of an old woman quickly darts out…

I awoke to a blaring sound coming from downstairs, my parents left me alone for the night; I knew that they were not here. I hesitantly got out of bed and reached for my firearm and flashlight. As soon as I had them in my hands a sense of security had overcome me, until I headed out of my bedroom door. As I reached for the door knob, my heart began to race, my throat became dry, my palms were sweaty and my knees were weak, arms heavy. The door opened, a cold breeze hit my body and chills…

Being out on the lake was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. It was like being at the top of a rollercoaster waiting for the first drop, the heart-squeezing plummet to certain death that was never quite fulfilled. I never said no to a day on the water. “Race you to the buoys?” My best friend is one of those girls you love one second and want to choke the next. Every day on the lake starts like this. “See ya!” I yell over my shoulder. Before she’s had a chance to say one…

It’s around 4:00 in the morning. I’m in my pickup truck waiting patiently for the sun to come up. As I await for eventual sunlight, I look up into the sky and gaze at the magnificent Milky Way Galaxy. I’m just amazed at how incredible the night sky alone is. I occasionally see a shooting star, failing to remember to make a wish. As time passes by, I see that the stars are fading away, leaving me with no light to comfort me. With nothing visible to keep me thinking, I fall asleep. I’ve woken up…

Honest Horror I am eager to witness the horrors within “America’s scariest” that the masses raved about. Not having a reservation, I am forced to sneak around the attentive guard. The charcoal black suit with legs intimidates all who enter. Luckily, the bouncer stares mindlessly at the black cellular device within his tight grasp as if he guarded that rather than the entrance. In his moment of blindness I manage to duck underneath the red rope stanchions into the exuberant crowd. After…

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. They had finally arrived back from the snorkeling trip on the boat. It was a long journey on that ship. They set off sail from the port one week ago, when they were supposed to be out on sea for one day. They left the island one week ago to go snorkeling in the beautiful coral reefs of the Caribbean. It took them aground two hours to get the coral reef. The boat had finally arrived and everyone was so excited, it was so…

The concrete jungle is thought of as many things by many people, but the sunset was definitely spectacular. Manhattan was more than enough for me, but I had to get out of the city. I moved to New jersey, just across the river to Newark, it was just close enough to preserve the beautiful sunset, but far enough to create a more peaceful, less hectic environment. My arrival to Newark was not ideal, I lived in a one room apartment with all of the necessities, but that is it. I worked at a pharmacy…