Descriptive Essay About Purified

I woke with a start by the subtle squeaks of my sinking mattress. As I looked around in distress, I noticed a shadowy figure looming above my tiny twelve year old frame. Once my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I recognised the figure as my mother, and I set free the breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding. Our eyes briefly met and she promptly stood up and fled my bedroom. My mind reeled with the obscurity of the situation. I came to the conclusion that a glass of water would be just the thing to help me clear my head of the torrent of ideas of why she had been looming over

The room was filled with a deep, deafening unbroken silence for many minutes after, nobody moved, or even dared to utter a single noise. We heard the crashing noise of many supports and other structures falling from their support and as I moved towards the entrance, trying to open the door, it wouldn’t move an inch, clearly having been blocked by a pillar of wood and stone.

Half the nation is sick and the Washington Congress seem to be lounging in their double XL lazie boys. he focused on this thought as he swung open the fridge door to pull out two mini bottles of rum, his supply ran out but the boys running the place seem to have gotten a likening to him. After all, he was the only customer at the joint.

It was a clear tranquil London evening, warmer than you would expect in mid fall. At this late hour these streets were completely vacant, with only the street lamps and occasional shop window illuminating the road. The only sound was the pounding of sneakers frantically hitting the pavement. With every step the noise grew louder, bringing the woman closer to the street and,she prayed, safety.

As I thrusted open the wooden doors, refreshingly cool wind blew my hair back. Sunlight surrounded me instantly, and I basked in the glorious sunshine. The blinding sun warmed my body, and I quickly unbuttoned my coat. Just then, the sound of conversations filled the air as people started leaving.

“Alright Leslie, you’re here!” some lady exclaimed. The whole town was in a type of quiet unison. It was implausibly light outside despite the fact that it was only 6 in the morning. The streets were flawlessly black with no cracks whatsoever. It was so peaceful considering that it was 200 people outside and Leslie was quite frightened by it.

You know, the life of a door can get pretty boring, especially when all you do is hang around on some hinges all day. It’s fun having two faces though, because if I ever get bored of looking into the bedroom, I can just whoosh myself into the sitting room. Then there is those times when absolutely NOTHING happens in both of those rooms, but don’t worry, I have a backup plan. My friend, the doorknob, always keeps me company when I’m in times of need. Sometimes we get into different arguments that will sometimes last days. One time I got him so mad that when Scrooge tried to opened the door, he refused and locked himself up. It was hilarious. Unfortunately, I guess nothing like that was gonna happen tonight, because there was sure plenty of other things to be interested in.

After exiting the apartment complex, the irritating sensation of liquid hit my forehead. The glistening streets and dripping street lamps told me the unfortunate state of the wether. What struck me as odd was a lanky silhouette leaning next to a car. Surprising as it seemed, Henry had come to where I lived. He was positively soaked.

As the moon casts its light through the wooden blinds, at almost two to two after midnight, the flickering shadows and boisterous snores of twenty other individuals, who share my room, keep me wide awake. Eventually, I close my eyes, only to open them a few hours later. The very roommates who kept me awake through the night, now ruin my sleep as they scramble to get in line to take a shower at the only bathhouse in the tumbledown structure where I lived. I shake the rheum off my eyes and head toward the bathhouse. It’s still dark outside but the sporadic cock crows remind me it’s morning. After showering, I eat a light meal and begin my thirty-minute trek to school. My day had just begun and I am already exhausted. Under these stressful conditions, I forged a resolve to shape my future and improve the lives of others who find themselves in similar conditions. Thus, in every area of my life, I endeavor to go the extra mile and strive for success.

The night passed uneventfully as did the morning. After all, when was the last time something of any importance happened between 12:00 and 7:00am on a normal day? Danny awoke at 7:01 and 22.47 seconds AM to the sound of his alarm. He reached for the snooze button but, lo and behold, it disappeared in the night. This startling realization lifted Danny from his haze of the morning fuzzies. He understood then that his alarm had

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The alarm clock sounded at 3AM. Despite having downed seven shots of Tequila in the early evening and returning home at midnight, I sat up immediately, turned off the alarm, and threw back the covers. Sitting in the dark, motionless in an alcohol-induced fog for what seemed like an eternity, the room began to spin. Several minutes passed before I could focus and begin moving. 
Finally, I thought. Today’s the day!
“Claudia, wake up, it’s almost time for me to go,” I said. 
“What time is it?” she asked. 
“Three o’clock. Make me a cup of coffee, okay?
“Five more minutes,” she said, pulling the covers over

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The exhaustion hit so hard that even attempting to remain with my eyes open turned into a struggle. My whole body felt achy after a hard day’s of school work, constantly staring at a computer screen and typing away, just to complete an essay. My pale white hands, frozen by the air conditioning blasting on high, were holding on to the steering wheel like a person gripping the edge of a cliff, hoping not to fall into a dark abyss. My brain wanted to surrender and finally remain in the sleep that I kept dangerously drifting in and out of. I took a glance outside, the road seeming meek. I felt maybe I should slow down so I do not lose control of the wheel. I glanced at the clock as it lit up my face in a blue kind of color, it read 10:01 pm. My

The stairs span the church entrance. Three sets of doors provided a way in. On these rungs, at any given time, cluster, the poor, sick, starving, mental, homeless, curious, or simply broke, exhausted souls were with their last speck of strength collapse. Some sleeping nestled in the crevice next to the doors. The doors, which loom strong and massive seem to provide protection from the harshness of the world. They all came to be fed, clothed, encouraged, or seek the company of the disadvantaged like themselves. They wait, wait, wait in anticipation for a car to stop, pass out a meal, a coat, a pair of shoes, a bar of soap, a blanket. Like the birds atop the post office building across the narrow street. Lined along the ledge, spaced a distance

I headed to the back where all the electrical equipment and light switches were stored and flipped all the switches. The lights sputtered before they began to illuminate the store. All the machines hummed with life and their lights flickered on. I walked over to the door and turned on the open sign that lighted up. I headed back to the front and went behind the counter, waiting for customers. I heard the ring from the door and turned toward that direction. A frantic woman rushed in and grabbed as much food and water as she can hold before carrying it all up to the counter.