Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

awn approached. Young Queen Audra referred to this time as the quiet hours, the time of day when all fell silent and most people remained locked away in restorative sleep and pleasant dreams.

“Brrr.” I shivered when I stepped into the shallow water. After 30 seconds, though, I adjusted.

"Mom! Dad! I 'm going out for a run!" I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a banana, finishing it off quickly as I got my earphones and phone.

Some people say that you are born the way that you are. Others claim that it is all reliant on how you were raised. The problem with that is my dads were the most amazing and normal people you could ever dream of. Every Saturday night, we would go to my aunts ' house to have dinner. My older brother would hang out with my cousins, but I didn 't feel like I belonged there. They would only talk about boys. For some reason, I just didn 't agree with how they think that boys are hot.

I turned around and faced him, his silver eyes locked with mine he lifted his hand and brushed strands of my wet hair away from my face. “I love you.” I whispered.

“Loki” I called, “Come on, time for a walk.” That was all it took, when I was only halfway through the sentence my dog came charging over, almost knocking me down. I laughed. “We’ll go outside in a minute, just hold on.” I said as I attempted to put a leash on the excited husky. I’d had a long day at school, and I was ready to take a break. ’A walk outside would be pretty nice.’ I thought.

“Because that’s what it looks like,” I bawled, irritated when I sensed the laughter my son sucked in. “You three are all in cahoots; anyone can tell that. You knuckleheads just don’t want to admit it, that I’m right.” I jested with a mother’s omniscience right to do so, then I softened, with a mother’s omniscience will to do so, too.

Rainbow Dash glanced down at her saddlebag, letting a monotonous sigh as she looked over the bunch of rolled up maps poking out from the sack. With a look of profound determination, she lifted her hoof and knocked on the door.

“Do you remember the red heel you always wanted to wear when you were younger,” my cousin asks. I giggle quietly as my forms a smile. I try to remember, but the memories do not come to me. I look up at her and just say yes, but why is it that I do not recall those shoes? I look down at my feet and close my eyes. I can see myself at the age of two running around in a pearly dress. I begin to scan myself in the dress, I look down, but still cannot see the shoes. I reopen my eyes and I just sigh. Have I forgotten where I came from, or is it just my mind playing tricks on me?

Sunday morning arrived, two weeks since their grand melee, and Mauricio thought it was appropriate to go home and see how Consuelo was doing again. Hoping he had given her enough time to cool down, there he found her watching Sunday morning news while clipping coupons. He greeted her with a simple, “Hi, Mom! How are you doing?” And, planted a big kiss on her cheek. Consuelo’s silence was his cue that she was still upset with him. Sensing she was still disconcerted he walked right in to his room and picked out clothes and packed a few other personal belongings. He returned to the living room with two large travel bags in hand.

The cold crisp winter air bit at me as I trekked across the empty field. Exhaling a breath, I inched further into my coat and stuffed my hands into my pockets in an attempt to keep warm. Spotting a bench that was brown and slightly rustic, I made my way over. Plopping myself down, I instantly fell back into the hard wooden seat with a sigh. The field was calming, peaceful and quiet – just how I liked it. Shrugging my backpack off, I hastily pulled out a worn out version of Persuasion – an old favourite of mine.

It was 3:27 a.m., and my husband, just pulled into our driveway. He manages a popular restaurant in D.C. and had just worked his usual 12-hour shift and was exhausted and only thinking about climbing into bed to sleep the sleep of the dead for a peaceful 3 hours until our 3 year old son rose with the sun and snuck into our room. So he walked out of the car and locked the door and walked the 15-20 steps to our front door. As he stepped inside, he quickly yet gently shut the front door behind him as he could hear a loud truck racing down the street towards our direction and didn’t want the loud engine to wake up everyone (myself and our 2 young children) who were fast asleep inside. Then there was a loud crash, and the pickup truck’s engine raced away. I awoke in bed from the noise of the collision but at the same time heard our front door open/close so I knew he was home safe and I allowed myself to fall back asleep.

After calling and asking if her grandfather would mind some company, Melanie showered and changed her clothes. She wanted to look nice and presentable and not dust covered from being in the apartment that had been locked up for over a couple of weeks. Being dropped off at the cottage in Homewood, she climbed the stairs and knocked on the door.

Okay, for you to understand this, I’m going to have to give you the names of all the people I’ll be talking about. Mum’s name is Ivana, Ivana Twydell. My sister is Meg, her boyfriend called himself Kole but I first knew him as Mr. Dunport - Declan Dunport . . .

Sometimes the end is closer than you could ever imagine. I never knew that it was my last day; nobody did. If they knew, maybe they would have treated me differently, but they can’t change that now. I’m dead.