Descriptive Essay On A Day In My Life

An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge is a short story written by Ambrose Bierce. The story takes place during the civil war. Bierce uses several literary techniques in the writing of his story. Ambrose Bierce uses symbolism in his story. Bierce uses foreshadowing in order to tell the audience the outcome of the text. Ambrose Bierce uses Imagery in his short story. Ambrose Bierce uses foreshadowing as a literary technique to create a shock effect to his story.

Music, hats, and cowboy boots, all these things made me feel that it was the best day of my life. Melody and I went to a music festival in the heart of Las Vegas, because our parents were out of the town on the trip to Europe. Everything changed when I heard the first gunshot and the crowd screamed in terror, so I grabbed Melody’s hand and we started to run. Suddenly, I felt Melody’s palm slipping away and she fell to the ground. She gasped for air as a spot of blood started to form on her chest. I fell to my knees and screamed for help. When I looked around, I saw people running away trying to safe their own lives, so I closed my eyes and started to pray. The sound of approaching sirens startled me and as I opened my eyes, I saw several men picking my sister up to place her in an ambulance. As if instinctively, I grabbed onto the stretches and followed them, despite their protests. As we drove to the hospital, I stared at the monitor showing Melody’s pulse. Knowing that her heart was still beating gave me peace and made me feel not alone.

One day a dad his daughter and her brother went shopping to Walmart. The dad bought a new tv, and it was very shiny when they got to the cash register he realized he did not have enough money. He had saved five fake one hundred dollar bills from the Fun Fair, so he pulled them out and said: “I am buying this tv it says it is for five one hundred dollar bills and no tax included.” The register said, “are you sure?” He looked and said your right, but the dad carried white out with him everywhere he went he whited out the tax word that said tax included very expensive tv. So the dad and his children quickly carried out the tv when the cash register scanned and said: “here you go have a nice day!” The dad said back “we will thank you.” They carefully

I knew Landon was up to something when he woke me up with breakfast in bed, which, in my opinion, was a lovely way to wake up.

I watched as the first orange hued rays of the sunrise wash over the dark and mysterious sky. The small glow travels across the wild blue yonder and starts to brighten up the deepest parts of the skyline and the town. Under the radiating sky there was no place of hiding, the light would finally hit you. This bright light brought the new day in, but it also brought dread to some.

He was a brilliant guy with a lot of potential, but he had one insecurity, he fainted to the sight of blood.

It was just an average day in the life of a 5th grade kid who woke up having to go to school. Little did I know I was going to come home to such a dramatic 30 minute experience that could have made me a completely different person than who I am today.

I walk towards my mom's white Toyota where my mom waits for me. She has a grim expression on her face, but at the moment I don't notice it. I collapse into the passenger seat and look behind me to see that my sister wasn't here today. I assume that her friends mom picked her up from school that day as my mom drives out of the school parking lot.

Have you at any point had an exceptionally paramount day that you wish you could remember those minutes over and over again if you could? Well I do. Everything begins when I attempted this celebrated surely understood Mexican dish called Birria. My goodness did I begin to look all starry eyed at this fiery delicious stew meat that I lean toward eating this than any other dish. Be that as it may, mind you, seafood was my most loved sustenance yet Birria has prevailed upon my heart any fish dish. I can simply recall the best and absolute best day ever that I had when I was nine years of age.

Beep! Beep! Beep! The alarm goes crazy early in the morning to wake me up. I let out a groan as I do a full body stretch. I slowly crawl out of my warm cozy bed and work my way into the bathroom. I flip the shower knobs on and wait 30 seconds to get in to the tub. I wet everything down before I put special no-scent shampoo into my hair. I lather up the shampoo and let it sit in my hair. While it sits in my hair I put some no-scent soap onto a wash rag and lather up my whole-body face to toe. I quickly rinse all of the lathered-up soap off my body and grab a towel to dry off. I stay in the shower to dry off because all of the warm moist air is still trapped inside. I brace myself to get out of the warm shower and go into the artic feeling bathroom.

October 27, 2008 was the start of the best day of her life as she would soon find out. Her younger sister named Shawneequa, 14 months, her younger brother named Vern, three years old, and of course Marion, only 5 years old. T’was the night when her mother and father were consuming lots of alcohol with friends who even, she did not recognize and she knows her parents have a lot of friends. They were in a disagreement and murmuring about each other, about who is doing what and what was happening. There were lots screeching and chaos going on that was coming from our house. Her mom's aunt, who was a neighbor at the time, was getting very apprehensive and decided to call the police to come over and see what was happening. Then, all of a sudden, she could hear the sirens get louder and louder as she saw them pulling up in the driveway. The blue and red lights were submerging through the curtains and reflecting off the mirror. Marion and her brother were getting scared so we shut the curtains and her mother attempted to turn off all of the lights. After asking her mom’s aunt, her mother, and Marion a few questions and then shortly after apprehending her dad, the police told all the children to get outside and stay in this one little spot on the cement by their driveway.

Each Friday morning, during football season, I wake up with butterflies in my stomach. I wake up knowing that I have a football game that night. Football Fridays, for me, are usually filled with excitement, stress, anxiety, and nervousness. I wake up and put my jersey on as I think about the long stress and excitement-filled day I have ahead of me. The day starts off with the elementary halls favorite event, the Colonel Walk. Every Friday morning the football team lines up behind the band, cheerleaders, and dance team to walk the very halls we did every school day in elementary. We shake hands, high-five, and hug the students that look up to us as upperclassman and the teachers that helped make us the young adults that we have become.

It was early in the morning. We had just finished packing up our tents and camping gear. My hands were dirty and messy from playing in the dirt in front of the picnic table. We had been camping with the girls in my church. I had an amazing time.

One beautiful day i was feeding my horses and chickens, suddenly i spot something moving in the woods, i hear mom call for breakfast but i wanted to see what was moving out in the woods. I called back to mom “be right there”, and i headed toward it, i was near it, a moment later it was gone. I walked 1 step in the woods to make sure ,and i heard mom call “come on”

It is the day of my life, that I am always going to remember, I can’t wait for it but there might be a obstacle. It’s Jeff and I’s wedding day. We are getting married right on the beach in Maine. I have one maid of honor and that would go out to Helen. Helen helped me through life and is still my best friend today. Even when life threw many curve balls I would just keep fouling them off until the right pitch came. But I know my best friends and family would be there supporting me in many ways. I could hear my mom, my dad, grandma, grandpa, Neal, Meg, and all of my friends cheering for me.