Arizona Descriptive Writing

Arizona is a beautiful place for anyone to live. Growing up in Phoenix has been quite the experience. I have had a few encounters with different animals such as snakes, scorpions, and coyotes. With mountains surrounding us all around it is hard to avoid these creatures. Each mountain has a different view to offer and they are the most unbelievable sites, especially when the sun is setting. The scenery in Arizona is something out of a book. It does get pretty hot in Arizona, but if you like the cold weather all you have to do is drive a few hours up north to experience snow in the winter and cooler temperatures in the summer. The most popular type of food in Arizona would have to be Mexican food. There is a variety of restaurants all around

As we waited for our food, I took to peering out the diner’s large storefront window that we seated ourselves next to and I people watched as the citizens of Mt. Harrison went on about their daily lives.

It has been six very long days, I cannot wait any longer for the chapter to be uploaded, I am both excited and exhausted. The days usually pass me by finding new short stories to read, which for the most part lasts a day or more. Then I am back to finding new stories and I always find some good ones, because of the several genres that are on the website. The website is called Wattpad. It is where my favorite writer can make his talent shine. The website is where the youngsters and college students get their best drafts up on the website for the readers to enjoy and as the time passes the writers grow into their best version of themselves in the writing department. The writers are mostly college students and High Schoolers that have a love for writing. The books have many genres but my interest will always be in the romance books. The romance genre is popular since it's mostly teenagers that are acquainted with Wattpad. Even though the romance books can get a little repetitive I love how the plots are always twisted to the author's liking. The books are rarely complete mostly, because of the authors' lifestyle, whether they have too much to do in school or their interest goes to another story they have been writing. The incompleteness irks me since that means I would not know what is going to happen. I try to stay away from the unfinished tales, nevertheless, I end up with one in my reading list anyway. The story I am currently interested in is incomplete, that is only

During the past summer, I had an experience that changed my life. The experience wasn’t one moment or one day, but rather a whole week with my family and cousins. The reason this trip was so important to me is because I did a lot of things for the first time and it was a great opportunity to explore outside of Minnesota. I really like Montana or any state with mountains, so it was very fun to see and experience all that. But the main reason i’m using this trip for my experience is because I like to think about the future. Going to Montana helped me think about that because I am most likely going to live there or in some state with mountains. It was just extremely fun to think about.

As we walk into this church, we will walk into a warm and friendly atmosphere. The ceilings will be made of glass which would make one feel closer to nature which symbolizes being closer to God. My inspiration for this church is Arkansas' Thorncrown Chaple. Just like this chapel, my church will have warm light to make people feel welcome and at home, just like a person would in heaven. When we walk in we would see the baptismal font as a fountain that runs all around the church. This water surrounding the church is showing how God surrounds us. As we go further along in the church, we will see the pews made of solid maple wood stained very dark with bright blue cushions symbolizing the dark dirt under the blue sky and God all in between. The

If you're into the beach and sun then you may be surprised to learn that every year from December 15 through April 1 is the best time to visit San Diego, at least as far as whale watching is concerned. This four-month timeframe is when at least 25,000 Pacific grey whales make their annual ocean migration from the South Arctic to Baja California with a stop over along the coast of this southern California community.

The next day, we woke up early and left the hotel to enjoy the scenery. We spent a long day hiking through the mountains, marveling over the work of years and years - millennia even - to carve out the intricate patterns and formations of the canyons. As we grew tired and hungry, we decided to find a camp site and set up camp for the night.

I am from Fort Wayne, Indiana. A small city where people have been tricked into thinking it's big. A city that is full of close minded people that have grown up and lived in the same place for generations on end. Growing up here has it's ups and downs. It's not just the city though, it's the people. There is people that have never left and think they know everything. The worst part is they are deluded into thinking that way. They actually think the negative mind set they have is correct. For whatever reason those people gave up on their dreams and doing what they love.

Winter in California is a curious creature, one moment it's shiny and easy going, wrapping around you the warmth of a loving companion, then without notice it sends out it's chilled rain biting you to the bone. I've been in this God awful state for five years and I wait for that bite, that flash of cold we get once in a blue moon. I may be the only resident in Southern California who hates this weather, I am originally from the east coast, I was used to all four seasons. why am I here if I hate it so much? Well, I'm undercover...err...more like under witness protection, since the age of 13 I have lived a double life, one insidious accident led to a world of new possibilities for me. My first boyfriend and my one true love is from a family of

Passing the Fernwood sign, as I approach her gravesite early morning before work on 7/10/15 at 6:30 AM. I drive up an uneven gravel driveway dodging the grooves, looking at the back mirror noticing the dust my back tires are kicking up. The feeling of crunch vibrating off my tires, as the feeling you get when you are getting a massage on the nail salon massage chair. Just the calm vibration running from your toes to the fingers on the steering wheel. The grooves freshly filled with water from the rain the night before. Driving past the rusted looking water pumps used to feed the plants. Looking through window, noticing all different flowers laying on individual gravestone. Some vary from fake flowers but most are real freshly bloomed flowers,

The chief offered his hand and escorted Dana to the next area. A force field dropped and lights popped on ahead of them, leading down a circular corridor, Dana recognized the place. They were in the old mines. Now, these mines were transformed into sheen tunnels, led to rooms with protected secrets for the future. Her heart pounded faster with excitement plumbing through her veins.

I had just woke up and was now trying to adjust my eyes to the dim sunlight coming from outside. I rolled out of bed still tired and walked over to my silky see-through curtains. I moved them to the side and admired the vista in front of me. From where I was standing, I could see everything. The beautiful snow-capped of Mount Rainer, the outstanding greenland's of Mount Olympus, the clear soothing waters of Lake Sammamish and Lake Washington; and the high-glass buildings of downtown Bellevue. It was still pretty dark out but you could still see the combination of blue, red, and yellow in the rising sky. It was so much to take in, but I loved the rush I get when watching it. This view is like no other. It’s breathtaking. Bellevue is usually not the first thing you think about when you’re looking for a place to live. Others may think of Bellevue as another city in Washington, but I think of it as home.

The landscape is stark, but the beauty startling. The expanses seem to welcome, even beg you to explore. It’s a call you are unlikely to be able to resist (assuming it’s not scorchingly hot and you are not hungover from a big night in moments-away Las Vegas), nor is it one you should. In front of you is one of America’s grand spectacles, Red Rock Canyon.

n July 6th 2008 Bruce and I (Trevor) decided to go on our yearly caving trip that is when Bruce and I look for a cave that interests us and we go and explore it. Since it is the beginning of summer for us (we live in Canada), we wanted to twist things up and look for an unexplored cave so we could be the first to ever explore it and unveil the treasures it may hold. There was a bit of excitement for this trip because this would be our first time going in a cave that no-one has ever been in. The cave we set our sights on was a mystery cave located in New Mexico but I won’t be revealing the exact location because of my experiences. This mystery cave has a small passage we would have to walk through till it reached a dead end. At the dead end it had a small opening with lots of air blowing out of it.

On that day she peered over her balcony just like usual. There was an eerie silence as a snake slithered from a tree and onto the balcony. She was still staring off into the distance. The snake gained ground and inched its way closer to her. As the snake poked its forked tongue out of its mouth, she finally saw the serpent and quickly screamed for her life. She says she, “bursted into a sprint even though the balcony was only two feet across.” Once into the house she tried to close the door, but the safety lock would not unhinge. The snake slithered closer,