Bob Roe's Descriptive Writing

We frequent the Brandon Bonefish Grill frequently throughout the year for a casual lunch, Sunday brunch or on special occasions like birthdays or anniversaries and enjoy it every single time. It is not your normal night out at a restaurant. It is an experience. From the moment you pull up out front, there is beautiful green tropical plants that make you feel you have left the hustle and bustle of the city, escaping to an exotic location. The hostess opens the big wooden door to greet you and as you walk in, a great tune is softly playing overhead. The bar and tables throughout the restaurant are full of people, laughing, having a good time and it feels like you have walked in to a friend or family member’s house. The entire restaurant smells

Nestled snuggly into the Blue Ridge Mountains was Ridgecrest, North Carolina. Getting there was no joke seeing as the ears popped every five minutes, but the scenery was beautiful.

The appearance of the restaurant itself isn’t appealing whatsoever. The outside looks grimy and old. Inside it’s not much better. The booths don’t give much character to the already pathetic looking restaurant, the kitchen isn’t concealed so you are able to see the appalling condition that it is in, and the posters on

The pungent saltiness of the bayou is like the nostalgic smell of gasoline, repulsive and nauseating but irresistible. Looking in one direction I could swear that I was in the midwest. Cow pasture is stretched out for miles. Taking in the landscape completely, however, is like looking at my childhood bedroom that I shared with my sister. Although this is one place, there are two worlds here, separated into two perfectly portioned pieces. This land is a shared space between deep swamps and flat plains, with a near perfect line drawn down the center separating the two. The cows and alligators own this land for most of the year. The only time they are taken away from their home is for a week in the spring. The fertile land is transformed into T-Bois Blues Festival, an event that is the culmination of a tight knit group of friends and colleagues working together for one common goal. The desire to propagate

That's the first thing I would like to note in all of this, and the first thing I would like to be noted in the future when anybody might happen across these rankings with eyes full of hindsight.

Details are part of the package. Is the seating comfortable? Being uncomfortable will not give you the desire to linger or return. Is the decor what you were expecting, elegant, ethnic, exotic, or appropriate for the theme of the restaurant? Is the lighting too much or not enough? What about the temperature, too hot or too cold? Each of the above does affect your dining experience in a positive or negative way.

I have only been at Marist for a few days, but the many experiences I have had here made me realize how fortunate I am to be a part of this community. One of my favorite parts of being at Marist, at least while the weather is nice, is walking to class. The view of the Hudson River with the hills in the background and the train sometimes passing by is like a scene from a painting. It is such an enormous difference from what I have been used to my whole life. Gone are the days of having four minutes to walk between classes trying to push between tons of people in cramped hallways. At Marist, there are lots of students outside walking to class, jogging, driving, or biking. I really like the freedom of the campus where everyone is doing their own thing. It sometimes feels like walking through Central Park.

Super! Where going to the barn it’s a fun place. That’s where I Ride my own horses. I and my brother like to go there with my grandpa. My cousins go there too. When we were going over there we pass by the races. Then we continue going then I saw a watermelon seller we bought a tasty and juicy watermelon. We continue more and then we saw a tamale seller they were so good. Next, we put on our cowboy shirt, pants, boots, and hat. We gave hay to the horses and grass to the cows, sheep, and goats. We took some milk from the cows and made it good for us to drink Finally, I ask my dad and grandpa” can we ride the horses.” “Yes,” we can ride the horses. After that, we got in the tractor a plant the weed. The wheel from the

The most prevalent feature of Zachary Stephen Brown is his broad, voluptuous design. This man is the lighthouse to my lost ship, sailing through the rapids of school hallways. When I am left adrift in the midst of strange people roaming the halls of our school, I find comfort seeing that furnace of red hair from a mile away. When he reaches for me as we pass, it’s as if his warm palms clasp around my heart. A day without this man is a day the earth has no sun to warm its atmosphere.

“I never wanted to do just one medium.”, Andrew Ricketts said on his introduction into writing. “I wanted to do poetry, and as I got older I wanted to do creative writing. And also memoir style writing.” Andrew, who claims his most favorite writing topic to be a mixture of fact and fiction, got his start at the prestigious Morehouse University. He later dropped out and attended City College of New York. Back in his concrete jungle hometown, Andrew Ricketts had his sights set on being his best version of a writer.

The sound of Whitney’s voice sing filled the camp with joy and positivity. For the first time in five days i finally dropped some timber and it was a five star poo. I looked up and a woodpecker looked right back at me. This started my morning off right. The group was a lot slower today due to will trying to get his glasses out of the water, his attempt failed. It was sad to see but he stayed positive.

August 15th, 8:17 in the morning. Not even out of bed, and I knew this was going to be a hell of a day. A new start, new faces, and most importantly, new ways to fuck shit up.

William Golding uses descriptive writing in mostly all of his stories. In Lord of The Flies, it seems like he gave that habit a boost. Golding ad no choice but to be extra with his descriptive writing in that story. Almost as if he thought it was the last thing he needed to somewhat make the story complete. In my opinion, it did just that.

Laying in bed, Meg wonders if the hurricane will miss them, hoping it will miss them. Picturing herself flying out of the attic, she imagines it will be like The Wizard of Oz, except she wouldn’t be going to Oz, she will be trapped in a wild hurricane, in her rickety, beat-up bed. Meg’s mind keeps wondering as she waits for the first noise of the hurricane.

As you head toward the entrance of the restaurant, you will see hosts standing in the lobby to greet people with bright smiles on their faces. The hosts ask how many are eating and once you tell them the number, and pay at the entrance, the host will asks where you would like to sit. The restaurant has red, smooth, comfortable leather booths, which the guest can sit in. Furthermore, people have a choice between sitting down in the back or near a window. The restaurant is enormous and has attractive colors which make the room spacious, a lot of interesting pictures, and other decorations on the walls. The entire restaurant is packed with people eating, sharing laughter, and enjoying their meal.