Descriptive Essay: Chase Carver

The wind chime hung from the roof of the abandoned house , it swayed calmly and slowly against the wind , everything seemed peaceful . We - my father and I - sat on the porch of the rundown house that only we knew about . It was dark and I wasn’t the biggest fan of the night , the night is unpredictable but yet so beautiful .

George Washington Carver was born into slavery January of 1860 on the Moses Carver plantation in Diamond Grove, Missouri. He spent the first year of his life, the brutal days of border war, between Missouri and neighboring Kansas. George was a very sickly child with a whooping cough, which later lead to his speech impediment, and he was tiny and puny. George's father, James Carver, died in a wood hauling accident when he was bringing wood to his master's house one day. George was sick a great deal during his early years. In 1861, when George was one year old, raiders kidnapped him and his mother with horses from their home in Missouri. Moses Carver, Mary's master, heard that a bushwhacker named Bentley knew Mary's whereabouts along with

Traveling is one of my family’s favorite things to do. The family has visited numerous places throughout the United States, however, none are as memorable as Atlanta, Georgia. In Atlanta, there are many places to go and sights to see such as: Cola-cola factory, Cabbage Patch Kids Factory, Under Ground Mall, the Zoo, Atlanta Braves Stadium, Six Flags Over Georgia, Stone Mountain Park, and the Atlanta Aquarium, are all in or near the city of Atlanta. The three that we visit on every trip to Atlanta are Six Flags, Stone Mountain, and the Atlanta Aquarium.

Adrian Peterson is known as a running back for the Minnesota Vikings. He is a role model who shows pride and courage in every down he plays even through all of his trials and tribulations he faced. This phenomenal man is an exciting player who gets people excited, ecstatic, or whatever type of joy you could possibly have when you see him run the football. He just makes you want to watch the game of football. The people who followed or knew Adrian Peterson since he was young would say those words. Because he can do it all he will either break multiple tackles, make you look silly or just run past you, and just show how determined he was to dominate the game of football all the

The sun paints the sky with its warm colours as it dips below the horizon. The scent of pumpkins and apples caress my nose as their lulling scent complements the scenery; surrounding me in total bliss.

The clearing was quiet, it seemed lifeless. The Salinas River still flowed merrily near the hillside. The water was still warm from the afternoon sun, and still reflected a green hue. On one side of the river, the smooth foothill slopes still curved up to the strong and rocky Gabilan Mountains, and the other side was still lined with trees. The willows and sycamore branches still swung gently in the wind, and the leaves still created a green light within the space. It was totally calm and peaceful… but something was wrong. The air seemed heavier, and the sun seemed dimmer. No animals stirred, and everything seemed to be aware of a deep sadness. Nothing moved save for a small group of men standing around an unmoving figure.

“There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other.” and “The delicious breath of rain was in the air.” are both lovely images filled with peace.

As the wind brushed the back of my dress, I turned around to overlook the waves of golden ocean, pouring into the small town I called home. But, my eyes became fixed on the sun. It was so wonderful, so beautiful as it rose out of its slumber in the mountains. I always felt the sun’s warmth on my cloudy white dress, and I loved how it always felt like my father’s hugs.

Breathe The grass looked greener The sun looked brighter The ground felt lower The sky rose higher Still inside I was empty

I wouldn't classify myself as a great surfer, but I'd been riding pretty regularly since fourteen and once I got my driver's license, regularly turned into a lot. Nonetheless, the swell that day at Rincon humbled me and I wasn't alone. There must have been close to sixty hopefuls perched atop the cliff overlooking the bay trying to muster enough courage to paddle out. Only three brave souls had had the courage to defy mother nature.

As I comfortably laid in my warm delightful bed. I felt such peace, such serenity as I inspected my bedroom, my sanctuary. The christmas lights dangled from the ceiling which made the light bounce off from my purple walls and illuminate my entire room. They reminded me of stars. It was

Imagine having the opportunity to build a house from the ground up. Completing everything from carpentry to plumbing. This is the type of occupation Austin Chase would like to pursue. Although I have known Austin for roughly a year, I have never had the chance to know him personally.

It was a hot and sunny day, I was sitting in Mr. Pfeffer’s steaming classroom listening to him lecturing about…well I don’t even know… All I wanted to do was to take a long nap in my room with the AC turned to the lowest; with that thought in mind, I began to feel drowsier and drowsier and before I knew I fell asleep… I woke up with a startle. I was laying in a field covered with grass! Puzzled, I looked around me wondering what was going on. I stood up and glanced down at myself—I was not wearing anything besides pair of shorts. I was furious because I thought that this was some sort of prank acted upon me by my friends. I saw there was a highway at the side of the field. I ran towards it, swearing in my heart that I would

Once upon a time, there was a sunny little planet, surrounded by a clear sky. Lush valleys and thriving fields, flowing rivers, ancient woodlands and golden seashores, great gorges and towering mountains, vast lakes and grey-blue seas, all rested on this planet! Wherever the sunlight sparkled, the colours celebrated and fragrances filled the space as a dulcet melody. Oh, how joyful they all were on this tiny planet. Obstacles never tangled up their legs or arms. No frightful thoughts darkened their mind while they always had a smile reserved, a gift for anyone they met. They lived one day after another with no concern. No breath weighed on their chest; no regret shaded their eyes, which were pure as the blue sky; how could they be otherwise

   To a reader unfamiliar with his work, Raymond Carver's short story, "Little Things" may seem devoid of all literary devices owning to good writing. Fortunately, these people are mistaken. With his minimalistic style, it is what Carver doesn't write that makes his work so effective. Most of Carver's short stories describe situations that many people could find themselves in and that is why his work is so appealing to readers. They are not restricted to harsh explicative details or over-dramatized language, but are allowed to create their own rationale for the actions of the characters and the consequent results.