Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

The path we took now was mostly goat trails and significantly more rugged. My parents, who were sufficiently into their middle years, compared starkly to Alina and Franchesco. The suburban living had taken a toll on their confidence in the considerably wilder environment and I noticed their feet stumble where our guides had perfect grace. My siblings and I however, still had a sense of nature and felt accustomed to our bodies in the outside world. I became determined then to continue exploring the nature around me and take every opportunity not to fall into the comforts of a stagnant

So Lynnde was still being very cautious like she always is, but she did go a little ways away from her dad. There are a lot of boats that drive by the beach, and most of the time the cause big waves at the beach. Everyone love to be in the water at the times when the waves come. They always get knocked around and they always have a lot of fun except one time. Lynnde didn’t have her life jacket on at the time and she was swimming farther away than she thought. Mom yelled to Lynnde, “You better come closer to the shore!”

Sometimes I wounder what love is. Sometimes I wounder if I will ever feel the emotion, or if the emotion is a figment of peoples imaginations. Like some kind of god, you wish him to be up in heaven with his angels so badly that you see unicorns where there are meerly horses. Of coarse, who am I to judge what others think to be true, because if you want it bad enough, your mind may trick you, and who is to say that that is less real than the fact that the sky is blue or that my hair is blond? No one.

Bill Bowerman once said, "The real purpose of running isn 't to win a race, it 's to test the limits of the human heart." That was the quote that was running through my mind as I kept in pace with my best friend Tyler, the sounds of our jogging almost rhythmic. The cool afternoon air cleared my busy mind, and as we rounded the corner of the park 's running trail, out stopping place near the duck pond came to view. Beside me, I heard a sharp intake of breath come from Tyler, signaling that he too had seen the pond. Without a second thought, we both sprinted towards it. The path blurred below me as I felt a surge of adrenaline. I willed my muscles to push harder and welcomed the burning sensation that coursed through my body. My heart pounded to the steady thumps of our footsteps hitting the cold rocky ground. I felt the beads of sweat running down my forehead and the nape of my neck making my hair to cling to it. As I was reaching the end, a new burst of energy erupted in me, throwing over the finish line. I hunched over trying to catch my breath as I held onto a bench that faced the pond. My throat burned as I laughed at the sight of him cursing and kicking the dirt. I reached into the pockets of my shorts and tossed him a set of keys to which he caught flawlessly. Without saying a word, he turned and began on his journey back. I gathered what little energy remained in my body and forced myself to sit down knowing it would take him some time to reach the parking lot.

Hi!! Welcome to my next Kellic which I 'm real excited to introduce. I wanted to state real fast that this book is currently titled Trouble - Stripped, but it may change at the end to just Trouble. The reason I might change it is because this book may be able to be twisted into a series, therefore the second book would be titled Stripped.

Choking back the hot burning tears her skinny legs splayed on the cool bathroom tile. Black streams coating her soft innocent cheeks, raking her bony fingers through the tangled knots in her black curled hair. Her pale skin scarred with the red marks from his hands, forever touching her once pure skin. Her thoughts bubbling up in bursts of fiery anger, words spewing from her sweet pink lips. Memories flooding her senses, flashbacks clouding her judgment. His words forever branded into her mind, his threats chaining her to the bathroom floor. Hidden, her internal suffering hidden from the world. His words, clothed her pain like a muzzle. Silencing her cries for help. Her malady hidden behind her long hair and quiet demeanor. His choice, her consequence.

Taken, stolen, kidnapped. All words for the situation I am in. I was taken from my home 2 days ago. I woke up in a trunk confused and had a hard time breathing. I could hear noises from all around and I was scared. I was so hot and I was positive that I had been sweating through all of my clothes. The next thing I heard was terrifying, somebody was trying to get into the trunk. I could hear whoever it was grunting, it appeared that they were struggling. Maybe they didn’t have a key? Once the man had opened the trunk I just laid there. There was nothing I could do. I was weak and tired, so I didn’t want to fight back.

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

I sat in the alley trying to catch my breath. The sounds of sirens filled the air as I saw the red and blue lights flicker pass me. I took off my mask and felt my horns fade to nothing. I went down the street to my father 's bar The Swig of Death. I went into my father 's bar it was empty and saw him washing cups.

This was perfect I was at my old high school talking to my crush Lisa Benfield, she was laughing at the funny joke I told her and Jase was their trying hard to get Lisa 's attion but I had it all. I was wearing my varsity jacket with the number one on it and my name as I was walking Lisa to class I saw out the corner of my Jase crying like a little baby and then it happened I was going to ask Lisa to the prom.

Snaking its way through the dense underbrush, the long procession of horsemen ducked and weaved through drooping limbs and protruding branches. Dathon grew increasingly frustrated as the infernal woods went on and on, stretching east for miles in clumps so dense he lost sight of almost everyone around him.

I used to be normal. I used to have friends and people who cared about me. I used to think I was safe in my mother’s arms. That I could grow up to be the person everyone would admire. But those days are gone. Not a single soul in the world could give a damn about me. Every day I am tormented and abused, and I take it all in because I deserve it. Every day I think of running away, leaving my wretched soul behind. Every day I want to kill myself, but I can never bring myself to. Every day I am an outcast to society, an abomination. Every day that goes by, I am still gay. And I can’t change who I am.

Naruto picked at the residue left behind from an old sticker still clinging onto the desk. His eyes lighting up when Alphys set down his own bowl of hot, steamy, delicious ramen. "Alright food 's here! Itadakimasu!"

I fan my shirt out and in hoping to copycat some sort of breeze. I turn around to see a large black lake which according to history should have somehow cooled me off, but now you can just see heat rays streaming from the edge of the water. Drops of sweat run down the temple of my face and if I don’t get something in my system soon I’m sure to pass out again. I reach for my dark brown hair and pull it over my neck. I’m the weakest in our division, infamous for passing out in the middle of a brigade. I stare out into the deep purple like lake—the largest body of water I’ve ever seen. I remember my Grandfather telling me stories of swimming in crystal clear waters, so cold you were nervous to jump right in. I knew the lake here in Dinbua

It was 2:30 in The morning. And mum always used to say nothing good ever happens after two in the morning. I should have listened. Anyway, I stood on the corner of Vernon and 25th street, on a rainy night in London. When standing there, I suddenly became suspicious of my surroundings. A man figure dressed in black passed by without a word. He dropped a pale, beige journal. When I realized it had fallen, I gathered up the broken, fallen pages upon the ground. As I looked up to see where the mysterious man had gone, I found myself standing alone as I did before.