Descriptive Writing Essays

Palms sweating, heart beating, ankles quivering(parallelism). just feet from the end of the tightrope; my body was ready to give up. It was late fall and the once colorful leaves on the ground were turning a dismal brown(sight imagery). They made loud crunching sounds(sound imagery) under our feet as my project challenge class walked toward the tightrope course. Chatting with my friends David and Joey, none of us were aware of what was lurking in our futures. Coach Pug was describing the…

As Jodie Daugherty walked along the shoreline, the ocean water caressed her feet. The air was getting warmer by the minute even though it was still early in the morning. As she walked, she made a mental note to make sure she would come back to the beach after her shift was over. By then the sun would be on the horizon, and the water will be refreshingly cooler. Nonchalantly, her tan sandals suspended from her fingertips. They were plain and ordinary, in fact they were just a simple pair of…

The Goldfish- Prosopopeia I see my entire world in my line of vision. I cannot move beyond my borders of glass. A gigantic shadow approaches my bowl. The end most be coming soon for me. My world goes completely dark and I am removed from existence for a matter of moments. Food pellets rain down from the sky and I realize this shadow has just fed me. It begins to move away and I take a closer inspection of the landscape around me. I am place within a corner of a large square shaped room. The…

I feel, cold. I am swarmed by my surroundings. They pound away at my head and I can only sit here, helpless, unable to breathe, drowning. I wake up in bed. I have thin layers on but I am still scorching. A thick layer of sweat keeps me stuck to my bed sheet. A tear rolls down my face and drips from my face to the ground. It is so dark that I can’t tell whether my eyes are open or closed. My head swivels over to my alarm clock. It reads 12:04. I could’ve sworn it was morning. I lay there for what…

On the inside of the bed, next to the wall, he could feel with his hands, the comfortable piece of lead pipe. Outside the world was still except for the weeds that swayed with the frosty breeze and the occasional howl of victory from a wolf who got his prey. In the stillness of the frigid night, behind twisted, pale trees, a dark silhouette emerged from the shadows. He passed under jagged crystals while his breaths, for a moment, hung suspended in front of him before they disappeared. The snow…

Eddison Ma Ms. Kekelis Language Arts 8M4 15 March 2016 Title “Hey!” A strong, effective, low- voice squealed over the towering skyscrapers, beyond the baseball court with numerous people. Everyone was curious where the sound materialized from. We recognize that there was a dilapidated, undiscovered house. It seemed the house was protruding because of its size and quality. A man wearing a white T- shirt, cerulean jeans, and a pair of cracked slippers expeditiously dashed over here. He held a…

The Lake School is out and I’m ready for the lake, but the only problem is that it has been raining for a week now. When you think of summer, you imagine sunshine and endless play. It’s time to go to the lake and enjoy the outdoors. Unfortunately I'm stuck inside bored for days. I’m ready to be outside and feel the sun on my skin, the wind against my face, and the water underneath my body. All in all, I’m ready for the rain to stop. It finally stopped raining and it's a Monday…

A HUGE RED TRANSPORT truck stood in front of the little roadside restaurant. The vertical exhaust pipe muttered softly, and an almost invisible haze of steel-blue smoke hovered over its end. It was a new truck, shining red, and in twelve-inch letters on its sides—OKLAHOMA CITY TRANSPORT COMPANY. Its double tires were new, and a brass padlock stood straight out from the hasp on the big black doors. Inside the screened restaurant a radio played, quiet dance music turned low the way it is when no…

Hell. A brimstone, fiery pit where all the sinners go when they die. Trust me, it's not as glamorous as it sounds. For one, after a while, the screams annoy even the most bloodthirsty demons. Another thing, it constantly smells like rotten or burnt flesh wherever you go. A lot of people seem to mistake Hell for a fiery place, where everything is red and black, where demons run around, maiming, torturing, and the like. Well, that's mostly wrong. Don't get me wrong it's hotter than the sun…

A gunshot rings in my ears, and the wind roars around me. Panting I don’t look back at the foggy and gloomy sky. Noises, whispers and voices follow me into the wall of dark muddied trees. The cold air pierces my throat as I inhale faster. My heart beats more rapidly with every step I take deeper into the wilderness. I think I have shaken them from my path and they are trailing far behind me in the distance. I hear the voices again, this time they sound like they are right next to me. I run, I…