Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

For once I felt the sudden need to be near other people, so I headed for the door quickly. The street was deserted. Strewn across the road were all my belongings. Why were they here and not in my cardboard box where I slept in Well Street? Who had done this? Were they thieves? Not that I had much to steal. I began gathering everything up. My blankets had been shredded. There were dents in things, bits pulled off other things and generally messed with. Even the things that used to be usefully were destroyed. Why would anyone even bother to do this? As I looked at my surroundings I began to feel a little disorientated. The ground seemed to move. Then I felt distinctly uneasy. Was he back? At a distance I thought I could see people so I hurried in their direction but they never seemed to get nearer. At once, I was then surrounded by them! No faces! They’ve got no faces! I closed my eyes and when I opened them the people were gone. I suddenly felt as if I was being watched. I glanced around furtively and out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a lion! I screamed but it was gone. As I again looked around I thought I could see dozens of pairs of eyes behind every window staring at me malevolently. I turned and ran. Breathlessly, I re-entered the church and slammed the door behind me.

The streetlights flickered every other minute, as the sun hid behind the clouds, keeping the town a bit gloomy. I continued walking, unsure of where to go, but desperate to get back home. As I walked, I could hear laughing children echo all around me, and then the indistinct sound of the melody of the song echoed along with them. Looking ahead, I saw something, or someone standing off in the

It was dark and hard to see, but I could make out a crumbling building in front of me. I slowly got to my feet and noticed I was in the middle of a road. The moon shone brightly in the sky, barely lighting up the city. I started walking, trying to figure out what was going on, why I was here. It was eerie, nobody was around.

The topic of random drug testing has been a very controversial one, especially in the last few years. RSDT (random student drug testing) made a rise in popularity after being legalized by the United States Supreme Court in 2006. This ruling made testing students who participate in extracurriculars or drive to school able to be tested for illegal drug abuse. This court decision is like many others in the aspect that some strongly agree and others heavily disagree. One side of opinions agrees with the court 's ruling and believes that RSDT programs help prevent drug abuse among the student population. Other people think that the programs infringe on the rights of students and offer no usefulness in the fight against

The more I thought about it everything started to change... everything started to fade and become blurry, everything was coming down the birds went silent the water stopped moving the sun stopped shining all was still even the breeze died. I didn't understand what was going on. nothing made sense... everything started to get cold and i felt not at peace any more but cold and dark everything got a negative feeling, almost like a heavy gravity. It started to get hard to see everything as it got darker and darker and colder and colder. The wind picked up but this time it was different it was cold bitter, it was bone chilling... it sent a cold chill straight up my back, at that point I was cold and just wanted to go home. so I stood up from the stump and looked down to see the ground cracking and cracking quickly. My very heart started racing and my mind sank I was scared, so I ran but it felt hopeless the darkness just kept creeping in closer and closer. The ground just kept breaking under my feet and my feet were sore and

One day, while enjoying the never-ending skies of my home I felt a very strong disturbance right in front of me and in the blinking of the eyes, I was in a new and strange place.

I brought myself up. From my surroundings, it was apparent that I had not gone out too far from my laboratory. Despite the blackness of the night, I was too familiar with the swamp which engulfed my town. I pointed myself in the direction of the only light I could see, unmistakably the town’s lighthouse. However, it was difficult to be sure given my recent and regrettable actions. My mind seemed to betray me in a sense which caught me off guard. Nevertheless, the light was my only point to go on, so I began my short journey back to civilization.

The cemetery was about a mile behind me. On Smith Street, a mysterious voice flowed into my ear. "Keep straight and don 't look back," it said with a familiar voice. It was my dad 's voice. I knew to follow his directions. His directions persuaded me to scurry down the street. Before I knew it, my house was in my sightline.

One day, we were camping in the woods. We set up camp only in the fringe of the forest, but still surrounded by trees on all sides. It was night, around midnight, we were telling ghost stories, but it was just me, my friend and his dog, and my grandpa. My grandpa was just starting his story, “One time, long ago, there was a boy and his dog, wandering the forest here…” here his voice got an eerie tone, which I never heard before, and still gives me the chills today, and he continued talking. “The dog heard a noise, like a twig snapping, and ran, the boy tried to chase his ferret, but ran head long into a strange fox, red eyes, black fur, and the boy wasn’t seen again. The dog, unaware of what happened, returned home, the fox is said to be still around this forest somewhere,” a pack of wolves howled in the distance, giving me goose bumps, my friend scooted closer to his pet, a green and white cat, uneasy. Suddenly, I saw a black shape moving in the darkness outside of the fire light, it looked at me, red eyes flashing in the light of the fire, and then disappeared into the dark forest. Grandpa was saying we should get some sleep, but I was too nervous to sleep from the image of those eyes fresh in my memory, so I stayed up most of the night reading and thinking about what I saw, until I fell asleep, book open next to me. The next morning I exited the small two person tent. It had me, my friend, and his cat, all in one tent; it got cramped in the

You’re walking down the sidewalk on your way home. A chilly breeze blows, and you hunch your shoulders, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket. Feeling a need for spontaneity, you decide to take a different turn. After five minutes of walking you come upon a corner store. You feel an urge to go in and you don’t know why; maybe because the store looks impossible somehow, with its smudged outline and colors that are slightly less visible than the colors of the other buildings on the street, or because of the way that none of the passersby even give it a glance.

I grab the tiny green bowl in front of Autumn and place it in the stainless steel sink. I swipe my hand under the faucet and clear water comes pouring out. The remains of the now cold mac’n’cheese soaks up the water and swirls down the drain. I look over my shoulder to my sweet Autumn, who is still sitting in the chair with her tiny arms and filthy fingers draped on the counter.

After I confessed , I blacked out due to a blow on the head from a short man. The mocking police officers took me into a compact, windowless , musty room that looked like it has been there since the dawn , or maybe even earlier, of time.

Sitting silently I pick up the very same pen that I had just recently moments ago put down in frustration. I go in for another attempt to write and build up a large assortment of words. As a few seconds pass, with the pen firmly gripped in my right hand, the pen and paper come together. Disregarding my momentary lapse of a creative flow, I stare down at the endless rows of horizontal blue lines. Memories surface of myself being in this situation many times over, especially being creatively stuck before I break through. Finally, contact is made to the page and the tip of the pen where the ink seems to gently glide across the paper. Creating a universe and giving life to anything I choose to declare. The words begin to flow freely

I couldn’t imagine that I would have ever seen a tractor flying through the air, let alone a tractor landing just inches away from the room where my family was taking shelter. All of those childhood memories just gone just like that. My little sister Harper was crying to my mother saying “Mommy Mommy can it stop can it stop?” she wailed. I know this might seem crazy but that moment it just felt like time paused. And then my mother was crying to my father saying “Honey we lost her!” my mother cried.

“Just forget it,” I say, “but hurry up and get dressed. I need to get to school.”