Descriptive Essay : ' Good Job ! '

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.

“Uhh sir, we might have a problem. The monster is now 100 feet away from us.” Another soldier said.

Lumenes did not answer. She continued to stare at the corpse that was not a good yard away from her. He was too close. The short distance allowed for her to see that the second, uncontrolled bullet went into his body again.

The General jumps off. He looks at the woman in purple, “The fifth regiment is coming home with the spoils from the highlands. We should get back soon to greet them.”

I quickly threw my arms into the air. My hands faced outwards showing I was empty handed and disarmed. Bullets whisked by my fingers and palms, but I held them high and steady. A few torturous seconds ticked by before the richoque of bullets ceased. I counted ten seconds before I moved forward leaving the wall I used for shelter.

I left my head, the headlights of the truck shines behind the soldier, making it impossible to see his face. The soldier steps forward, finger hovering over the trigger of his gun.

“Commander, please wait there has---” I want to say more, but at that moment, shots tear through the crowd. I lunge toward hi, unsure of what I can do to stop this?--but a hand grabs me by the arm, and twist it hard behind my back.

"Grow up Dylan, nothing is there. You have one job and one job only, don't screw it up." I thought to myself. Turning on my oh-so beautiful spot, I grab the gun out of my pocket and place it back to its rightful

I hop up and grab my polearm, calling out for help even as I throw my first shots into the enemy, managing to pierce a few ribs here and there.

The rags swarm, He pulls his trigger again, but his arm is pushed up, the bullet blasts through the plaster ceiling, the dust slowly falls. The crowd grabs him, pulls him down. Their many hands pull, dragging him to the ground. He fires again, the crack hitting

“Have the men captured the rider…” he abruptly stops when he sees the expression the second commander has given him.

My scream tore throughout the dark alley as I push the guy out the way. The shooter ran as we fell on the ground just in time. The bullet only grazed his shoulder, but there was a lot of blood.

This is book 3 of a text set about Africa, the science and geography book. Book 1, HEY ELEPHANT! WHERE ARE YOU? is a fiction inspired by safaris in Africa. Book 2, Banele, the Girl from Swaziland is non-fiction about the day I shared with Banele and her family.

“ALL SOLDIERS TO THE TRAINING GROUND!” Booms a voice from behind us, me almost using my crutches as weapons. Nate follows the voice as quickly as possible, leaving the conversation immediately.

Through someone’s aspect, it could be considered as the most efficient communicating tool of human being. On the other hand, some people may treat it as an irreplaceable expression of their emotion. Objectively speaking, “words” could definitely be concluded in both ways above, but in my opinion, using words is a privilege and honor. I use words to gain knowledge and words give me all kinds of possibilities of understanding new stuff when I intend to enhance my personal abilities.