Descriptive Essay On A Day Across The House

Jonas pushed the bars with all his strength. Locked. "Please," He called into the darkness. "Is anyone there? Please, I need help!" Past the gate there lay a community that, at first glance, seemed not unlike Jonas' old home. Except, it wasn't very much like Jonas' community at all. The houses weren't all the same, and the colors- he had never seen so many house colors! The streets twisted and turned, and all the bumps and hills made them seem as if they went on forever. Jonas now saw the snow differently. Now it wasn't just a burden that slowed him down; it was beautiful! A thin, shimmery white sheet covered everything, and-

The kids always played near the local woods, filled with abandon little homes and shacks and long pine trees that reached to the sky. As the children shrieked, a flock of crows answered back with a loud “crow.” The children also felt a sense of freedom as flew around the air as the kids began running until their feet ached. The game that they always played was hide-and-seek which only George and the kids only knew.

The fluffy, snowflake white clouds play tag in the intensely blue sky. The trees wave continuously, while their bodies remained still. The birds chirped, loudly, outside the clear, old window of the unnecessarily blue antique house that everyone assumed was strange. No one assumed anything strange about the house owners with one daughter, who was naturally spoiled to the core. No one thought anything about her, or how she had an endless amount of shoes and clothes. Not how she never wore the same clothes twice, ever, her name was Katie Brooks, her mother’s name was Moringa Brooks, and finally, the most important of all, her father’s name was Peterson Brooks. Mr. Brooks may not seem important now, but he is, you’ll see. He was actually the

Routine contentment was: improving [their] treehouse…, fussing, running through [their] list of dramas…” (Lee 8). Every day would present an opportunity for creativity. They play games such as Boo Radley and irrationally depict the man as a rat-eating, murderous felon. Through Immanuel Kant’s theory, the children are perceiving their neighbor in this way because of a filter that has been set between them and the “noumenal world,”

He searched the house, checking around every corner, behind every door, even going so far as to boldly going through the dark, dank, cramped, moist basement that used to scare him from his childhood, though not anymore; nothing. The lovely, young woman he called “Mom,” with blonde hair cut into a short bob, eyes as beautiful and clear as the azure sky in the summer, not exactly thin, but also not overweight, so tall that she towered over him like a

Making her way toward the sidewalk, she turned right on Doveland Drive. Without a car, Anita must walk two and a half miles to reach Forest Creek Lane, the predominantly upper-class part of town. As she walked, her stomach turned as if she had ridden a fast carnival ride and no matter what she tried to calm her nerves, her attempts were futile. When she reached the street, she couldn't help but stare in awe at the beautiful houses that lined it. Some had the latest car park in front, others had empty spaces while the owner was at work. Anita imagined handsome doctors carrying briefcases and housewives wearing wearing the latest fashions. Anita, at 22, still lived with her parents in the not-so-nice part of town, where houses where becoming dalapitated and the roads and sidewalks were cracked and never fixed. Always feeling as if she didn't belong where she lived, she often imagianed what it would be like to live as other

As evening approaches the wall in the study recites a poem that was the mother’s favorite, “There Will Come Soft Rains.” the poem reveals what happened and how the destruction of men destroyed man. The walls in the nursery display an image of animals in the wild to soothe a child that once inhabited that room. That night a tree falls through the kitchen window and knocks over a bottle of chemicals. The house ablaze the voices in walls scream for help, “Run.

The bright, warm sun shone through the only window in Mrs. William's 5th grade classroom. Mckenna Green sleepy peeks up at the window and glances at the bright green trees and blooming flowers. She looks at all the beautiful spring colors and birds flying happily in the sky. Mckenna suddenly looks back down at her 35 question math test and sighs. All she sees is black and white, her least favorite colors. She then stares at the ticking clock, with several more minutes till school ends. Mckenna slowly drifts into a daydream, closing her eyes lightly. She imagines herself babysiting for the first time, something she had been wanting to do ever since her friends started to babysit. Mckenna sees her best friend Annie by her side as they watch Mckenna’s two-year-old sister Pennie play with her dolls. Shortly after, Mckenna’s mother Mrs. Green comes home and gives them both 20 dollar bills. “Thankyou, thankyou very much!” Mckenna says as she gleefully gazes at her money.

Bella Storm walked down the sidewalk, waving to passersby, petting familiar dogs. Bella surveyed her town, she knew it well. Bella had lived in this town since she was born. She was walking down Bluebird Avenue when she came across something strange. An old, worn-down building, with peeling paint and crumbling bricks. Bella was puzzled, she’d never seen anything like this before. She walked up to the building and tentatively knocked on the door.

When Jared knocks on the neighbor’s door, he is immediately greeted by the mysteriously beautiful, willowy, blond hair, blue eyed, fellow classmate, Gemma Worthington. But when he enters in, fear takes hold of him as he is introduced to Gemma 's oppositely old, milky eyed, sharp clawed, hideously ugly, grandmother. Gemma 's grandmother, however, appears to be unusually suspicious and interested in Jared and persuades him to clean their attic the next day.

As I lay in bed on a fall evening, an open window lets in a cool breeze accompanied with sounds of crickets and a faint train horn blare. As I peer out into the dark night sky I see an ebony sky glittered with stars. A sense of calm washes over me and I know I’m right where I’m meant to be! It’s a small town, Galt, with a population under 23,000. I didn’t grow up here, but it’s where I’ve lived for the past ten years, and it’s where I’ve chosen to raise my children. The town is a combination of city and farm living. Children from the same school either take a long bus ride through the desolate and diminishing backroads every morning, or a short walk through the peaceful and charming subdivisions to reach their destination. There is a mixture

This poem dramatizes the conflict between a child who desires a verbalization of love and a father who expresses love through actions rather than words. The first stanza informs the reader that the action of the poem occurred in the past, and the speaker reflects upon it. The speaker describes the house as being “blueblack cold” during the wintertime (2), which not only allows the setting to be determined but also allows an inference to be made about the emotional companionship (or lack thereof) within the house. The father used to awake earlier than the rest of the family in order to start a fire to keep his family as comfortable as possible, though “no one ever thanked him” (5). This line introduces the regret of the reader pertaining to the treatment of the father.

Jeff stepped out of the car doubtfully on that first day. The face was plain, green, and colonial, and the garage held only one car. This was hardly the house of his dreams. The boys, however, did not hesitate. Slamming doors, they ran across the yard and began playing among the six stately columns of a giant poplar tree. Before long, weekends and vacations were spent cutting limbs and vines and pulling holly stumps. Now there is an endless play of light and shade. The breeze lifts, leaves dance, treetops sway, and I can

The neighborhood was full of busy people that would casually say “hello” and “goodbye”. Peter started delivering newspapers at the age of ten, however, you would know he coming down the street with his yellow traveling cart also, you could hear the clunking noises from the wheels when it hit a bump. He lived a few blocks away from Mrs. Park although you couldn't miss it, the huge stone house on the block where she grew up in and later raised her family. Mrs. Park’s parents died in a car accident while she was in her last year of college when she inherited the house. Her husband died after five years of marriage, she couldn’t give her heart to anyone else nevertheless she had a strong well to nurturing her only daughter through this crisis. Mrs. Park and Jane were realtors and they both enjoy helping at the soup kitchen at their church until her daughter married. Bill eager to start a furniture store however it wasn't close by nevertheless, it was about a 1-day trip away,

Forty-five minutes north up Rt. 113, at just about the same time I’m leaving the condo, Marisa’s waking up to her alarm. Flipping the sheets off and putting on the robe resting at the end of the bed, she walks towards the bathroom through the darkened room turning to look at the eastward facing window that’s adorned with white transparent drapes. Tucked slightly behind the drapes are horizontal vinyl blinds that assist in shielding the morning sun however once in the bathroom they’re pulled open allowing a surge of warmth and light to fill the room. Hearing only the noise of the AC unit blowing cold air through the ceiling register, she stands at the window taking in the beauty of the morning. Releasing an audible *sigh... she turns to get the shower ready while turning on her favorite streaming radio station on her device and then steps in.