Descriptive Essay-I Wear Syrup

I didn’t stop running; I kept this up for what felt like thirty seconds at least before the overwhelming urge to cough stopped me. I attempted to grip the side of the wall before I keeled over and violently choked up more blood. Shaking, I stretched my arms out around me, praying that I would find something in this seemingly empty room that could give me some kind of relief. Something that would take away that

After a few minutes of panic, the fear subsided, and I remembered where I was. In my bed, within my home, secure... Behind the walls of

Red light floods the room when the only exit opens. My heart stops, but I still stand up. I still stand up and march towards the guards here to escort me, and all the while I can feel my throat refusing to

I’m running. I can’t scream, my lungs are burning and something is chasing me. I see a light at the end of the dark and gloomy hallway but it keeps getting farther no matter how fast I run. The thing behind me is getting closer, I can smell its rotten breath. All of the sudden I feel the sharp pain of broken glass burying in my feet. I fall onto the glass covered floor and finally a scream escapes my throat.

Still looking around through pitch black darkness I hear it again, louder and closer this time. My heart beats a bit faster in a panic of fear and adrenaline, and my eyes dart to the foot of the bed, hoping to see nothing and calm down. But instead, at the foot of the bed I can barely make out

At the front gate, there were weeds all over what used to be a garden. The door suddenly swung on its creaky hinges. Pitch black. You couldn’t see a thing in the cabin. Every couple of minutes shingles would fall off the roof. I was scared. Terrified. Then I heard creaking floorboards.

“Shut up!” A door slams. I bury my face in a pillow to drown out the noise. There is a large crash that comes from downstairs. It is quiet enough to hear a pin drop. The crying, the yelling, the pain, it’s over.

The sterile walls seem to be closing in around me. Though there is only one other person in the room, I feel surrounded. My hand gravitates to the nearest handle to either keep me from falling down or to keep me from running as fast and as far away as I can and never looking back. I can’t stand it much longer. Annoyance begins to grip my temper. My festering uncertainty causes me to lash out at the first thing I can.

“Woah! Why are you wearing makeup? Do you not think you’re pretty?” My cheeks flushed. I hadn’t been expecting any comments, or for anyone to notice at all, but suddenly the mascara coating my eyes and the pink lipgloss I was wearing felt like a big neon sign saying “look at me.”

God gave us all unique faces, all beautiful in their own ways, so why not have a little fun with them? Why not show off what we love about ourselves, show how we like to display our features, and talk to our friends what we love about them? Wearing makeup gives us a chance to do just that. Society today, though it denies even the slightest notion of it, tells us that if we look and feel good, we should also feel some kind of insecurity. We have the ability to wear makeup in a way that fights against this idea. Makeup has the capability to transform us into confident people, which in turn molds us into braver and more courageous lights for Christ. In addition, makeup can show who and what we are as people, just like a passion

The door creaked open as I entered and then I heard a sound. It locked behind me. I began

I didn’t notice my body shaking until I saw my pointer finger tremble nervously as it hovers over the doorbell. I have nothing to be afraid of, I know that. I’ve rung this doorbell countless times before. I’ve even skipped the entire process and just let myself in more times than that. I have nothing to be afraid of. I push my finger hard against the cold, metal center of the bell. I can feel my finger being imprinted by its rigid texture. Quickly, I drop my finger and shove my hands into the pockets of my denim jacket. Now, all I can do is wait. I can feel the contents of my oversized hoodie’s pockets through the denim and cotton that separated my hands from them, wrapping my grip around everything to make sure I didn’t forget anything important.

Accordingly Makeup can be used for many things. The ancient Egyptians used makeup made from oils and cream to help clean and protect their faces from the hot mild wind. Today we are using makeup for a totally different reason. Makeup isn’t to cover up what's underneath, but it can be a work of art. Most of women are so unhappy with their look and they want to change it. You want these sleepy under bags to disappear? You want to cover the freckles? No problem!! All thanks to makeup.

I hear them get closer and closer as the porch creaks every step to the door. My heart feels like its pounding through my chest, and sweat is pouring off my face as I sprint in a panic. I hear the key turning and the door opening just as I jump out the window.

“Makeup has been used to enhance the beauty of both men and women for over thousand years. It its through teaching others how to apply makeup, we can strive to help others feel comfortable and confident in their own skin. Wearing makeup help embrace our natural features and may also help express the ideas in a creative way like art.”