Descriptive Writing Essays

My life Is like a constantly changing like a calicoe sidewalk. Each step i take a different pieces pops up when I look down everything is jumbled up into this unsolvable puzzle but I still keep going even when you think it's the end my life leads to somewhere else. I am on the edge or I am in the middle there is not a in between. My life is built on solid ground everything around me seems perfect on the outside looking in I seem fine maybe even perfect but soon I will end up cracked and the same…

I open my eyes to a dark room. Amber light weakly spills through the gaps of the thick grey curtains, outlining the familiar shapes of college dorm furniture. My ears prick up. The low rumbling hum of an exhausted, old vacuum echoes in the distance along with something more harmonious and lovely. Each word passionately hangs in the air, “Quien es el hombre que la eleva a las estrellas quien de los dos la hizo sentirse más mujer…” The powerful melody of a Spanish ballad becomes my daily wake up…

Kayaking in Lake Tahoe With just me and my thoughts, I launched my heavy orange kayak from Sand Harbors’ fine powder like sand beach and hopped in. My jet black oars churned through the waters of Lake Tahoe with smooth grace. The roasting sun was alone in the sky with no clouds keeping her company. The freezing cold waters were a bright blue jewel. Its endless murky depths looming below, with mysteries filling its soul. Grey rock formations with boulders in every shape and size loomed above. A…

Grass Ceiling “Are you kidding me?” I groaned boisterously as the last remaining trimming string snapped and the weed whacker gradually churned to a stop. I had been so consumed by my thoughts of planning my senior speech, crafting my life plan of becoming a nurse anesthetist, and figuring out what I wanted to eat for breakfast, I failed to notice my quickening pace and that I had outworked the machine. It was a humid Sunday; the grass was still wet with morning dew when I had abruptly woken up…

Road Trip Rampage “Hey can you guys be quiet? I’m trying to focus on driving!” The windows on the rusty station wagon began to shake. I turn up the music in an attempt to hide the laughter echoing from the back seat. It was coming from Liam and Maggie; the love birds. Khloe and I sat in the front, rolling our eyes at them. I was driving and she was guiding me using the worn out GPS; we made a good team. This was the beginning of a long road trip filled with amusing jokes and lots of laughs. We…

I crouched low to the ground, the wispsof grass tickling the underside of my neck. I was in wolf form, my primal, natural form, with my ears flat against my head and my tail postured parallel to the ground; I was hunting. The scent of my target wafted into my nose, alerting my senses as I advanced. It was an injured doe, abandoned by her herd because of her disablilities. My human side ached for her, but my primal side urged to feed my companions. It was known to most that rogues travelled…

The door makes a loud creak. I can hear the man come thumping down the hallway. A deep voice calls for me. I prepare myself. It is time. The door is slammed shut behind me. I take a seat in a big round chair. The man stares at me as he pulls out his torture equipment. A box, its contents unknown and a nasal spray bottle containing an unknown liquid. He instructs me to move to the seat closest to him. As soon as I am seated he tilts my head back violently, he grabs the nasal bottle and shoves it…

Drip Drip Drip. That was the only thing I was aware of for what seemed like hours. After ages of attempting i finally managed to open my eyes, which had seemed to be caked with some substance that subtly reminded me of paint, but my achievement had been squandered by what I saw. A bag, most likely made of burlap, had apparently been thrown over my head (if not my entire body for I can not feel any part of it). A sense of numbness encased me like that of the chill of darkness that encased my…

The sun is setting over beautiful Lake Erie. Almost everyone has gone home, back to the real world. Only a few locals are still on the beach. The sunset is a orangish pink color that changes mid-cloud. The transition of colors is so subtle and the waves are slowly rushing up the shoreline. The waves are no bigger than a hummingbird. The scenery is so calming that you can feel a swarm of butterflies take over your whole body and can lay back into the warm sand that embraces your body like a…

The Sound of Self-dependency My heart stuttered and my blood stopped circulating through my body. The sound of his defeated footsteps hammering against the dusty, tile floor was the sound of the beginning of my self-dependency for the rest of my life. I noticed the start of the ordeal when I was just a toddler. The growth of the figurative distance between my parents grew until it was a canyon. My toddler self had just figured that all Mommies and Daddies had fights like theirs; yelling,…