Descriptive Writing Essays

It 's June 22nd, just after ten thirty at night. I sit at the dining room table waiting for a phone call. Six hours ago, my daddy went to the hospital to have a few tests done. My mama went with him, and they have yet to return. Outside, the frogs strike up an unnerving tune. Earlier, a strong thunderstorm rolled through, drenching everything and lighting up the sky in flashes. As the frogs reach a crescendo in their song, a pair of headlights enters the driveway, catching the drops of moisture…

We walked towards our destination with excitement in our. We were surrounded by trees and other park visitors. I heard the sounds of the other visitors, laughing after having been on a rollercoaster, screaming of the ones going down a rollercoaster. I could smell the sweet candy and the salty french fries beckoning me to spend my money. I can feel the water drops of the impending rain storm hit my head. We got to our destination and put our supplies in a locker for safekeeping. Putting my phone…

The Circus It was a Beautiful Day on the first day of summer. Sam and his Friend Daniel were waiting in a line with their baseball caps and backpacks full of snacks, very excited to see the first circus they've ever been to. When they finnaly reached the ticket booth, they could see the big red tent, The tent was bigger than anything they've ever seen before. "Yes children, its a very large tent" said the man at the ticket booth. They were so excited to visit their first circus. They took a seat…

The darkness seeped in, spreading through my entire body. It weighed my body down as if I was drowning in fear, suffocating, dying.I wanted to struggle and free myself, to crawl towards light but there was none. As far as I could see a hollow blacked canvas was engulfing me. That is when the overwhelming calmness came over me as I prepared to accept my death, and that is when the true horrors of my surroundings showed itself. I urged to my feet to trudge forward into the barren wasteland to…

My eyes unbolted from my slumber. I slowly pulled the warm, soft, heavy blanket off my heated body. My feet hit the ground and the cold air struck through me like a knife slashing away at the heated film that had surrounded me. As I walked to the window my feet tripped over the piles of laundry that I didn't bother to pick up. I peeled open the blinds and there it was. Snow that had covered the valley like a blanket. Thoughts raced through my head as I pulled my pajamas off and replaced them…

sharp or flat note Although my scales were hardly perfect I convinced myself they would have to do and moved on to my excerpts. For the four years I had done IMEA, I always regretted not practicing more. IMEA was like a midterm paper I started writing the day previous to when it was do, I would finish but it wouldn’t be my best work. My excerpts were sufficient but fragile like an old creaky bridge, one wrong step and it would crumble. Nevertheless I was confident in my ability to perform…

It is mid-december in Seattle, I pull my coat tighter to my body as I walk home from work. It's 2:47am, I've only just finished my late shift at the diner. I begin thinking about my family back in Portland, what happened last spring, as I often do. I can still feel the scorching heat. Lost in my thoughts, I must've taken a wrong turn. When I look up I am in a dark alley way, and I have absolutely no idea where I am. I stop walking and look around, trying to find anything familiar to give me a…

The melting warmth of the white porcelain sends a ray of sunshine through the soft, pink ,palms of my dead hands, causing my fingertips to bud like pink tulips in the Spring. Licking my sharp teeth, the stinging sensation of spearmint waltzes on my tastebuds. My index finger pushes pressure on a small, smooth piano key, and a waterfall caves into my eardrums, obliviating my sleep deprived thoughts. The sizzling and popping of the green leaves mending themselves with the white and yellow ooze on…

During the spring break of my sophomore year of high school, I was given the opportunity to volunteer with A.E Finley YMCA. I had been going to the YMCA since I could talk and walk, and I was thrilled to be given the opportunity. However, this wasn’t normal volunteering at the YMCA 2 miles down the road, it was a volunteer mission trip in Lima, Peru. At that point in my life, I never even thought about anywhere outside of Raleigh. I had been to Pittsburgh, PA to visit family, but that was the…

The misty night sky seemed to look back at me, while I lied upon my fleece blanket. As I was lying there I had an epiphany. I want to go Jamaica. I had always thought that it would be a really exoctic place to visit and I felt like I needed a break from all of this chaos here. I just need to get away from everything. So, the next morning I booked my flight to Jamaica. The sound of the wheels on my suitcase ringed in my ears. I can’t believe I’m finally getting to go. It seems like it was forever…