Descriptive Writing Essays

I awoke to the familiar sound of squeaking and rattling just in time to see my uncle take a wide and calculated right turn into 119th street. As we began to ascend the steep gravel road, the truck began to tremble as my uncle struggled to keep the clutch from slipping. When we finally reached the top, the smell of burnt clutch filled my lungs. I opened the window to get a fresh breath, but the burst of piercing December air made me shut the window as fast as my stiffened body would allow. To…

The drive to my Grandmother’s house is familiar, but seemingly endless. Entering her house seems like my own, but everything is different. The walls, the furniture, the smells. I immediately detect the picture of my Grandfather smiling in his uniform on the mantle. I’ve seen that picture so many times I’ve remembered the colors of his medal ribbons, the slight asymmetry of his garrison cap. I notice the outdated floral wallpaper that embraces the wall, the flowers and the wall, seemingly…

The moon was full and bright, this Halloween night. The spooks were out, giving everyone a fright. My brothers and I were tucked safely in bed, when we started to hear sound that filled us with dread. So, we crept to the window to peer outside, but what we saw, made us run back and hide. Below us were monsters and goblins galore and they were making their way to our front door! As quiet as mice we snuck down the hall and found ourselves in A Grand Monster Ball. The room was crowded with spooks…

I roll out of bed, walk over to the window, and pull back the curtains. Beams of light pour into my room as I squint my eyes. Not a cloud in the sky. It’s mid-June on a Saturday morning and I’m off of school for summer. I walk out my room and hear the sound of sizzling bacon. A hint of maple is wafting in the air. This can only mean one thing: bacon and pancakes. An ecstatic grin appears on my face while I make my way downstairs. As I turn the corner I see a stack of fluffy buttermilk pancakes…

It only takes us a few minutes to get to Luis' house. We get out of the car and walk to the front door. Music hits my ears as we step through the threshold. "Is someone here?" I ask, taking a look at my surroundings. The living room is connected to the dining room giving the home an open concept. The walls are all painted a soft yellow, and the light brown color on the couches make the room pop. "No," he says, looking at me with a weird expression on his face. "Oh, the music? I forgot to turn it…

The sound of glass crunching under my boot echoed across the ruined city. Noise used to be comforting, now I despise it. Especially now. Not now, I can’t be found. I need to get the drop if needed, the crate is important. Walking down the street I hear multiple pairs of footsteps. No, they can’t find me. I sling my M4A1 over my shoulder and run into a building across the street. I ram through the door, knocking it off it’s hinges. It crashes to the ground with a bang, rubble crunching under it.…

It was a hot, harsh day my friends and I concluded that it was a temperate day to go to the beach. I could see the sun idealistic yellow pellet, rankling in the sky as we were headed to Virginia Beach. The outdoor temperature was dynamically beginning to dive down and the activity lines were beginning to get smaller which was an indication that we were near the beach. We parked our car and began strolling crosswise over dark black-top, which radiated warm from the sun. Strolling forward I…

That one particular morning, the sun shined incredibly bright and the sky was clear of clouds. There was the slightest breeze that made the extreme heat just a little bit more tolerable. All the commander and lieutenants and the people that worked for them were gathered in the commons of the Rock Island Arsenal that my father was about to take command of. My dad was dressed in his white dress uniform that displayed all his medals and ribbons on the left side of his chest. The dress I wore had…

My mom always asked me, “If your friends jump off a cliff, would you jump too?” Evidently, I would. As I was falling off the End of the World, I realized what a stupid idea it was. No, not the actual end of the world, but a cliff that lives up to its name. I plunged into the ocean, salt water rushed into my nose, and I struggled to catch my breath. While clinging onto a rock for dear life, I had another realization; my mother would never let me do this. In the early years of my childhood I lived…

I woke up to the sound of chains rattling against my skin. My head was pounding. I slowly pulled my hand up to feel where I got hit. My head felt crusty from the dried up blood on it. With much pain, I slowly looked up, only to be pushed back down. “Don’t move.” said a large, burly man wearing a stained white beater, long, ripped pants, and an apron with a ton of holes. He smelled like a rotting fish surrounded by flies. His apron was stained red, and I had the faintest idea that he wasn’t a…