Descriptive Writing On Alien

Ding the bell rings while a person walks into the crusty crab. They walk towers the counter when he arrived he ask for one crusty crab. When he sat down he started eating his crusty crab then all the sudden he stared to spit his food out of his mouth. He started to yell at Squidward he was so loud people stared to get out of the crusty crab and going home. Mr. Crabs then came out of his office and ask then men what was wrong and he said the crabby patty were gross.

When I is was younger I used to go to the beach with my grandfather to crab fish. Crab Fishing had always been my grandfather's specialty and he was ready to pass that on to me. My first day out on the water I could not crab fish for I was scared of anything that lurked under the rocks. The next day, my grandfather told me that I was to catch at least one crab by the end of the day. So I went on and waited until the last minute to lift up a rock and hunt whatever was under. I was not ready to defy my grandfather's crab fishing religion and so I took my chances and lifted the ponderous rock my minescule muscle could handle. I as watched the grey murky water clear out I saw the brobdingnagian monster crab and snathced him as swiftly as possible.

The spirit animal crab, is a very emotional animal. Crabs also have a 'hard shell' that they always put up when they are in the presence of other people who they don't trust. Their 'shell breaks' only when they are with people that they fully trust, other than that, they show no real emotion to anybody else. Crabs can help you choose the right way to go in life. Crabs can teach you how to keep your emotions guarded because they have so much experience themselves. They are very sentimental and tend to hold on to the smallest things Crabs are strong-willed and love to get their way. If their kindness and gentleness doesn't do the trick, even though, they're not very proud while using emotional manipulation to make things happen. If that still

Standing up on the sand, I felt the rays embrace in my skin. Walking out to the water I recieved cold chills of the wet sand between my toes, As I walking I spotted a little crab burrowing in the wet sand, trying to hide before it turned into a lunch predator. As I brought myself to knee deep in the water there were waves of soft currents that splashed upon my face. It felt refreshing to my skin like a glass of iced water on a hot day. An abundance colored, and variously sized fish swarm around my feet. Their bodies brushed against my leg with inattentiveness to get to one place to another. I could help to wonder what their rush could be. In a blink of eye, Crash! A monster wave hits me and pushes me all the way the shore. Taking a seat back down on the uneven dry sand, I ran my hands through the smooth surface. I laid back and let myself absorb the blistering rays on the sun upon my skin. As my feet soaked down into the moist sand, I realized the most beautiful place on earth would have to be the

It has been like a month that I haven’t wrote, but we have made a lot of progress, our map is almost finished, I think. I hear these loud booms and crashes, I don’t exactly know what they are but someone said it’s the ocean. We are walking, so sorry if my words are hard to read. We have smiles on our faces, we ate a good dinner last night and got a good sleep. Around me there are bushes, these little animals crawling around the ground beneath me, and a nice breeze. It is… it is the ocean. We made it to the Pacific, we accomplished our main goal, I can’t even explain how I feel. I feel like a weight has been lifted because to be honest, I began to doubt that we would make it. The ocean is beautiful, its blue and every time the waves begin to fall a flash of white shows. I cannot wait to bring more people out here. I begin to imagine the future, one day there may be a village where I am standing, stores may be put up near the ocean, and this could one day be where a little kid learns to swim. We all are overwhelmed but so relieved. I wish I could explain what I see, words wouldn't do justice. Since me and the other guys are gonna go look round, I probably won’t write for awhile, maybe not even till I get home. Just know, we made it, and it feels

The sound of the crashing waves surrounding me, and my family yelling "Run Lauren!" filled the air as I stood in awe of this wave heading straight toward me. My family decided to take a trip to Los Angeles, California to visit family, and the popular landmarks the state holds. I was excited to visit the beach because I had never encountered the ocean or the tropical climate before. I had never seen the ocean before so my excitement to go to the beach overflowed. While we were in California we had the opportunity to visit the beach but due to a tight time schedule, we did not have the opportunity to spend much time at the beach. The day we went seemed perfect to go, but with only a limited time frame to go, we did not have the opportunity to

The ocean strokes land with calm and reassuring hands, lacing water with sand and lifting seashells in its wake. My heart urges me forward, to walk among the peace, to capture the sweet smell of sea salt. My brain reasons with the rest of my body. Turning sharply from the churning water I force my feet to leave the warm imprint they have grown to love

Exploding rainbows composed of nothing but undersea life occupy all my vision. Coral starts to peak from the masses as my mind starts to shift and I am transported to a cold forest. Deciduous trees and knotweed take the place of a once thriving ocean. Singing birds mentally packing for a long journey ahead breath their last of forest air. An old fallen tree provides me with a pillow as a final gesture of kindness on this Earth. I start to drift asleep but I don’t want to close my eyes. The world that awaits away from here is one of sadness and strife. My days fueled only to survive and work until I can return to my sanctuary. If only I could stay in the world of my own creation, I could

In the short story ‘’Shells’’,written by Cynthia Rylant,a boy named Michael had lost his parents and his aunt esther stepped in to take care of him.It has been 6 months and since then they have been arguing all the time.But further on in the story it shows how just a few hermit crabs can bring them closer together and this is because relationships inprove when people find things in common.

There is always a time in a man’s life in which he must break himself away from the iron-fist of his merciless crabs. Under the unforgiving tyrant nature of these shelled creatures, they turn a man’s relationship with them, from a friend to a voiceless servant. As the slave of the shell’s inhabitant, the man is required to see to their every need, and is wholly responsible for keeping them pleased. Once this slavery takes effect, however, that man should have the liberty to express his freedom, and to the liberation from the cynical crustaceans. These crabs have added an unnecessary burden to my existence, a burden that greatly interferes with my daily life. Let light shine on the proof of their imperious power:

This study is designed to assess the hypothesis that the exoskeletons from decapods, specifically of shrimps and crabs, are capable biosorbents for the removal of heavy metals in waste water.

The sound of the emerald green ocean water crashing against the shores filled my ears. Children ran along the shore, smiling from ear to ear while laughing amongst each other clearly enjoying their day. Some people were searching contently for sea shells, that were visible for miles. I looked out at the ocean, it stretched out far into the horizon; as far as my eyes could see. There were jetty’s that were perfectly placed within the ocean. I could smell the salt radiating off of the water. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time; I dashed into the ocean I’d been waiting for for the past

The air was cold and windy. The beach was black, with small glossy pebbles, and shells. The shells on the beach where beautiful, shiny, and large bigger than my head. The water was gray with rocks that were big enough to climb on. The rocks held puddles of water with ocean life living in them. Small crabs where running over my feet as I sat on the rocks looking at the wave splash against it. A small trail going off of the beach, going to a

I take a deep breath, my nostrils are filled with the pleasant aroma of the salty sea air. This is my happy place, this is where I belong. As I sit with my freshly painted pink toes in the sand, I am overwhelmed with all that is happening around me. To my right, there is a family of four; a mother, father, and two little red headed girls that look like twins, laughing and jumping around, taking in the big world around them. The children are in their bright red and purple flowered bathing suits, running and screaming, attempting to get their toes wet in the chilly water that churns back and forth on the shore. After a few attempts they decide to run and jump full force into the crystal clear abyss, unaware of what creatures they could find if they dive deep enough.

The ocean was so beautiful and blue. It seemed to never end and it was widely open. I walked back inside and admired the two beds, the way they were made and the orange ribbon in the middle of each bed. We put our luggage away and spent the first day by the pool, exploring the resort. Soon it was dark and we were walking on the beach. We noticed colorful lights coming from a small glass building up close to a mountain. Curiously we walked up the path of stairs, we entered what looked like a club. Once me and my friend Daniel saw the male strippers in neon underwear we ran back outside laughing our butts off. We walked back towards the center of the resort and saw that they were having a party. There were chairs all around, the room filled with people. There were seniors, young adults, regular adults, and occasionally a child. They were playing games and laughing. We found open seats and sat down, joining them laughing at the people 's attempts to play charades. At 2 am we headed back to the hotel room and got some rest because the next day was already planned, and we’d need energy for all that was going to happen.