Baby Blue Bundle Descriptive Writing

Finally, we saw the nurse come out of the wooden, swinging doors. She made her way to our sitting area. It seemed as if the walk was twelve hours long, rather than twelve seconds. We were eager to hear what she had to

The first snowfall of the year had finally arrived one late November night, blanketing the small cabin and surrounding forest with fresh, powdery snow. The wind howled through the leafless trees, often relieving the weighed down branches of their snowy burden. The smooth and unblemished snow coated everything, leaving the road to the cabin indistinguishable from the surrounding terrain.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, feeling the adrenaline rushing through my veins. The voice behind makes me aware that the moment is finally there. Like in trance my feet start moving, feeling the soft grass, only disturbed by a few small rocks, through the thick layer of my tramping boots. The wind is howling around my ears and gets louder and louder just like an approaching steam engine. Then, void. My feet feel nothing but cold,light air.The trees, which surrounded the mountain, become smaller until they are only a bunch of tiny green dots blended in with houses, now looking like toys. Under me, the dark blue lake. The only thing keeping me from falling, those thin, colorful cords connected to the parachute, equally in its colors.

Crunch, Crunch. As soon as my feet hit the noisy, rocky,dust/dirt road, I instantly felt so much better. After all, and hour car ride wouldn’t be too relaxing. I had just taken in the beautiful scenery and fresh air, in Paia, Maui. Me and my family got out of the car and we put on sunscreen as I put my hair into a braided bun so that it didn’t get too warm. “Hey, Audra do want to go look at that building over there?”

Buttons were pressed in a panic as the elevator first slowly closed the doors and then began to rise. The rise upwards was slow. The nerve-wracking sound of the chains and gears squeaking and creaking could’ve been enough to cause a child to panic. The opening of the doors was even slower than the ascent. We exited the box and again began to speed walk through the long halls of the hospital, turning and curving whilst being yelled at by the doctors and nurses lined up on the walls and sitting at desks to slow down.

He looked very unlike my baby brother. Yet, when he smiled,      when we shook hands, the baby brother I’d never known looked out from the depths of his private life, like an animal waiting to be coaxed into the light. (pg. 97)

As I drive up the slight slope of a hill, I stare in wonder at the fresh snowfall on the ground and trees. On the short walk to the lake, I look at all of the ice crystals glistening from the glares of the sun. Families surround me, and all I hear are kids giggling. As I get

The car’s engine hummed as we veered into metallic gates. A sign posted up at the entrance read: Yashoda Hospital in red, handwritten paint. We grabbed a ticket and were seated in the waiting room. My hands were shaking. Will she be awake? What should I say? Do I cry or pretend to be strong?

Snowflakes were slowly falling down in dancing moves, and beeping of cars and noise of the city were in the air. All dull-grey roads were covered with thin snow layer; the city appeared in white shades and shiny when the sun rays got out of dense clouds. After gazing

I took a deep, ragged breath as we entered the park. Every step harder than the last as I followed Elizabeth toward the space shot. I stopped ten feet away and stared up. It was suddenly hard to breathe. Nerves rattled through me like an icy wave.

Mom entered the room with a towering stack of clothes: blue, worn levis, white socks, and various polo tees. She set them down on the bedside table and then turned to see how Luke and I were getting along.

Hailey and Sierra walked home with Quirk that day, The three of them walking in silence while Quirk pushed his bike, which as nature would have it or as an act of Karma, the chain on his bike was now broken. On the way to Quirk's house, the ground around them began to shake and quake around them.

I used to think that dolls were nothing except perfect little pieces of glass. I didn’t really care for me as much as my mother did, but soon enough...every look, every word, every sound started to run my life.

When she got there, I ran outside and jumped in the car, slamming the door shut behind me, but I realized that i had forgotten my purse. Trying to hurry, i ran back inside like an olympic sprinter and got it. On the drive back home, the storm seemed to be clearing up, but soon it started to hail and the rain was so thick that we couldnt see the road. Finally, we made it home and got inside. By that time, the storm had gone around us, so we began to relax.