Descriptive Writing Essays

This is Ryan writing from the trenches of WWI. We are occupied daily with the harsh conditions that we have to call our homes. Head lice in this place is spreading quickly. Everyone I know has a case of serious itch and are crawling with lice. The weather has been variable the last few weeks. The grayness of the clouds and the monotony of the sky perfectly exemplify our attitude to keep fighting. The humidity in the air lets you know to prepare for the rain storm in the near future. The rain is…

Pitching a tent without poles is a difficult task; sleeping in one for a week is even harder. The wind blows at the feeble attempt of shelter, constantly swaying the loose tarp scrappily tied between two trees. The rain seeps down through ill-positioned window flaps to create a permeating dankness. The supposed place of refuge from wilderness becomes a suffocating box as the canvas slowly collapses and sinks to the ground. Of course, prior preparation and remembering to bring along the poles can…

As I watch the foreboding clouds approach and the wind whipping the tops of the towering pines, I huddled beneath a sturdy bush. The celerity of the currents increased rapidly and it looked as if the smallest of the waves were topped with white caps. The thick bush did not shield me from the thrashing sprays of the river. As the winds accelerated, I heard a sudden crash and the ground beneath my wet paws rumbled. I was overcome with a wave of fear and curiosity as I went to see what had made the…

It was a familiar panorama as coach stood before us for the last time. Nevertheless, in his hands he held a yellow piece of notebook paper. Within the writing of the paper, contained an individualized paragraphs addressed to each player. As coach came across my personal segment, he has apologized for his poor placement decisions. He proclaimed my overwhelming talent as an athlete. I was astonished, questioning…

I found it at a cramped little store in the suburbs of Portland, Oregon in a crowded display by the cash register. Next to me stood a pale skinny bald man with a dozen piercings on his face explaining how to use fortune telling crystals. It shone in the display, my silver tree, the only one in the case with a little splash of color. I bought it and took it home, and it became the pendant I carry. The pendant I carry started out as a forgettable bobble, a silly little reference understood by…

The bright orange light of the sunset filled my eyes through the smudged glass of the car window. I stared out the window at the barren never ending fields, as I had been for the past hour and a half. I was nine years old. My dad, mom, sister, brother, and I were squished into what felt like a clown car. We were on our way to the sacred place we go to around late summer every year. It was my favorite place. We finally arrived, after what felt like centuries, to the enormous dam that severed…

The day slipped into night as the sun sinks below the horizon. The stars low in the sky, twinkling high. The ground still as night, silent killer lurking in the night. Moving with feline - like ability gracefully moving through the forest. Sounds of ruffling leaves, night animals bright with activity. Blending in with black skin-tight jeans, black thin almost paper like jacket. My jet black hair moving with the wind. Slowly moving out into the open in a clearing with nowhere to go. Slowly taking…

The kitchen window is open and I feel a soft breeze, it smells like pine trees and wood smoke. I see your flannel is draped over the dining room chair and your glasses are laying on the table. Mamaw is fixing dinner and the living room television is on. I walk over and sit on the couch, only to feel your presence, but you’re not there. You were always trying to get me to see the bigger picture in life, to stop and smell the roses and listen the birds, to open my eyes and try to view the world in…

QUITTING It is a hot summer evening. Cars are flying by. The trees are swaying back and forward an side to side. I hear everybody blabbering about baseball. Then I see him 10 yards away. I come to a stop and quickly take a breath. A deep chill ran down my spine 6 months earlier. A few days after joining the team I was happy. I made the team and things were looking up- “Ethan get your stuff together”. My Mom yelled across the room. I was startled. "for what” I yelled back “baseball”. I…

As I sat there on the brink of a steep jagged cliff looking upon the vast landscape, that practically seemed boundless. I felt the crisp breeze brush across my face. Taking a deep breath in I could feel it run through my nose, down my throat and inflate my lungs. A cooling sensation. Leaving my mind vacant but with an almost eerie awareness. There was something about the unknown that lies among the terrain. Something about knowing that I did not know, and that I will never know. But at the same…