Descriptive Essay

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.

More than many other types of essays, descriptive essays strive to create a deeply involved and vivid experience for the reader. Great descriptive essays achieve this affect not through facts and statistics but by using detailed observations and descriptions.

The weather was beautiful that day. The water was a million shades of blue. The The waters were calm, with the occasional swell rolling to shore. I stood at the helm of this luxurious 40 foot boat. It was an all white boat that had a special design for SCUBA Diving and Open Water fishing, called a Mako. I steered the boat into a pretty unprotected bay that had a nice black sand beach to the north and sheer cliffs to the south. The green vegetation clearly contrasted with the black lava fields around it.The water was deep in the bay. Yet the coral reef was visible even in the deepest spots.

There is one place that overrules all the others. Only three hours away in Elk County lies my relaxing escape quarter. When I step foot into the old fashioned cabin, all of my troubles go away. I love that it resembles a completely different world. The whirling of the wind, the brightness of the stars, and the fragrance of the fresh air are just a few of my favorite things about spending time at my favorite place. The atmosphere of Elk County contains an incredibly tranquilizing sense. A lonely cabin placed in the middle of nowhere with no cell phone service and rarely any other people. However, if there are other people, we all share the same goal, to relax. The camp itself occupies the top of a popular mountain in Elk County called Winslow Hill. This hill belongs to a portion of the county that houses hundreds of camps, visitors, and the Elk County Visitor Center. This is an easily accessible area where elk can conveniently be seen. The cares of the world come off my shoulders when I step into Elk County.

Sitting on the soft sand, I look out over the ocean. The deep indigo blue waters roll onto the beach in sets of white top waves, making a soothing sound as they crash against the shore. I sit there, listening to the the sounds of the ocean, the slight breeze brushes my skin and the salty air fill my lungs. I feel a sense of calmness, a feeling I haven’t felt in years.

Jamaica. A country roaring with culture and beauty, just as I had imagined. Water as clear as glass and a jungle that touched the sky. Locals singing and dancing everywhere I looked. In awe of my surroundings I stood, not knowing that the next turn I’d make would shatter the perfect image I’d built, and change my perspective completely.

One voice flooded my head. I smile, instantly knowing who it belongs to. A storm of butterflies erupts in my stomach as my eyes flutter open. The bitter cold forces me to take in my surroundings. Grayson smiles back at me, and the world begins to spin all around me.

My fingers drummed along the steering wheel as my jeep made its way down the road. Soft country music poured out of the radio, and my head bobbed along with it. I could see my parent’s car trailing behind me when I looked in the rearview mirror. My mom was sitting in the passenger seat, talking with her hands, and my dad acknowledged whatever she said. When I turned, a large lake came into view, the setting Saturday sun reflecting perfectly on the still water. Pine trees with the occasional red and yellow-leaved tree surrounded it. The crisp, fall wind rustled some branches, causing some leaves to flutter to the ground.

I sat on the soft, colorful carpet in the corner of the classroom, planning my next prodigious film! Would it be a sequel to my most famous and extravagant movie Argentina? That was my absolute favorite film, mainly because I liked the breathtaking musical numbers in it. I stared at the dark blue walls pretending I was in the rundown, old Beach Orphanage, filled with badly built buildings and sad little children, the magical setting of my movie! “Why my benevolent Argentina, what shall we do with these horrid sandwiches?” I exclaimed. I dropped to the floor as dramatically as I could, pretending to be one of my protagonists Argentina the talking fish! “I don’t know! Those sandwiches are quite malicious aren't they?” Argentina winked at me with her piercing purple eyes and glittering long lashes. She was the shiniest fish I’d ever seen, and she was covered in glittering blue scales. I watched as she started to glitch as in a video game, disappear into a thousand tiny pixels and float away in the sparkly sea. “Do come back Argentina!” I yelled brushing my short hair out of my tearful eyes. “Save me from her! The evil orphanage woman!” I said sinking into the silky sand, the forceful wind blowing in my face. “SANDWICH TIME!” The evil woman yelled as I began to walk back from the beach. “No! Not sandwich time!” I ran back to the water and dove into the mysterious, salty sea. It was cold. No, freezing! It wasn’t long before a wave crashed over my head. I felt the world spin as I

Rhythm. The sunlight lightly tapped a beat on my arms, warming me. The crate below me was hot to the touch. I felt the soft sand as I brushed my toes through it. The beach was full of crates. Heaps of them lay in the sun, tanning and conversing in their wooden ways. A few people populated the beach. A cluster of young men was behind me. I listened to their conversation. I had an odd habit of doing that- eavesdropping.

It was the middle of another busy late-autumn noon in the industrious, bustling Saffron City. Amid the tall skyscrapers, the sounds of thousands of people, Pokémon, and cars flooded the streets and sidewalks — the daily norm for the hectic city. Citizens were out enjoying the cool air and pleasant weather. Children played in the parks, tourists walked about to take in the sights. Planes and blimps carrying various advertisements hovered in the blue sky above. Buses and taxis made their usual rounds, limousines chauffeured important persons. Businesspeople chatted away on their cell phones. Even with all the hubbub, wily Pokémon Trainers could still get a battle in with one another, in alleyways, side streets, or even the busy sidewalks. The city was like a well-oiled machine moving in constant harmony.

She is small and sharp and angular. Her elbows hurt when they're pressed tightly against you and her small fingers dig into your sides. She rests her chin on your shoulder and it sinks into you. Her fingers are flat- but you always remember them flatter than they are. In your mind, they are a 2D part of her. Her hair looks as if someone set it aflame. It reminds you of October, of the orange, crisp leaves. While you are in no way overweight, you are definitely softer than her. Her hands are delicate, you’re always afraid you’ll crush them, so you hold her hand loosely. You can’t decide what color her eyes are. At first, they seem blue, but the next time you see her you could swear they’re green, and occasionally they look a stormy grey.

I never knew what it was like to have a normal heartbeat. I was your typical girl growing up that played with Disney princesses, loved pastel pink, and pranced around the house singing nursery rhymes at dawn. I would wake up every morning with a smile on my face and tell everyone and everything how much I loved them from my parents to my mini pink Barbie sofa that I adored. The world was beautiful and lovely, until I was thirteen years old. I was walking down the crowded and filthy streets of Times Square to a lavish five star hotel that rested on the corner of 45th and Broadway. I walked past the doorman whose hair was as white as snow to the elevator to go up to the 18th floor. I stepped inside of the elevator and clicked the circular yellow button which lit up with the touch of my finger. The elevator began to slowly glide slowly upwards towards my floor. The elevator then came to a sudden halt which took me by surprise. The lights went out. It was as dark as the night of halloween when the bats camouflage in the sky and there is no light to be seen not even from the old fashioned red brick houses decorated in cotton spider webs that lined the street of a tiny wealthy neighborhood in a large city. My entire body was jostled as if I was in the middle of an earthquake and I fell slowly to the ground like the wax melting from a candle. My heart began to thud. I could feel the blood pumping throughout my entire body. The sweat was dripping down my face like I just came out

I held her frail body, caressing her to my chest as she nuzzled her head into the crook of my arm. It only took one look into her glistening eyes and I instantly fell in love. She was shockingly beautiful, with glossy dark brown fur, beige streaks, and chocolate-swirl puppy eyes that would melt your heart. I decided to name her Bella, after my favorite Italian cuisine restaurant downtown. I carried her into the car, to bring her to her new home. Bella shivered as the brisk breeze brushed past her coat. My stepfather was waiting for us by the front door, and as I came to the steps carrying her, he gave a weak smile. Out of all 5 family members, he was the only one who wasn’t too fond of getting a dog.

The three of us head back to the motel. We ask if we need to drop Bella off at her house. She responds with a quick, harsh no. I have the feeling she isn’t telling us something… We race to the room and I get there first. I laugh in Justin’s face as he pulls out the couch. We don’t go to bed immediately. We stay up talking.