Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

I lugged my bags up to my room and collapsed onto the bed. It was on the second floor of the house and the window looked out over the backyard that was shadowed by the surrounding forest. The floor was covered in light grey carpet and the wall painted a plain off white. A dark, wooden bed took up most of the room, pale fairy lights haphazardly thrown along the headboard. Two matching bedside tables sat on either side of the bed and an empty desk sat opposite it.

Before you make an entrance into my room you first need to walk up three flights of stairs it may look easy, but don’t be fooled. "Click" as you turn the key to the right. Afterwards apply pressure to the handle downwards, then push to open. When entered in my apartment a cool breeze of cold air instantly hits your body and the smell of Hawaiian breeze scent from glade lingers in the room. Then a small tile in front of the door is where I take off my shoes. As you continue to walk forward your toes feel the rug of my room which is twelve by sixteen square feet a lot of my thinking and time is spend here alone or with friends and family, but it is certainly my favorite room in my apartment. This room matters to me because it is the first room you see before you see the other rooms. It also shows a little part of me as you look around the room from the dreams I wish to travel one day to the time I took to coordination the colors together and the hard work I put to manage to save enough money to get the furniture and decorations this room is once again my favorite room.

Bahauddin grabbed for a place to rest his hand while he lifted his feet, climbing through the shaft, out of the caverns. Every crack of stone was filled with overgrown moss, As he rose, he could see the sky was just before nightfall. The only sound around was the howl of the wind, and the keys clanging against each other like a windchime during a breezy spring afternoon. Ascending up the shaft, he was cautiously concentrating for each and every placement of his hands and feet, careful not to slip. Bahauddin’s hand grasped the top of the shaft. The sky was painted with brush strokes of blood orange, reflecting a glare off the keys. Outside, it had looked like a warzone. No buildings fully structured, not a person in sight, just crumbs

His palm imprinted through layers of my skirt and lace panties onto my arse cheek.

There are two beds inside the room. The bed to the left is covered with a ruffled bed sheet of indistinct and dull print. It even has a pillow flung on top of it. The other is covered neatly with a bright bed sheet having a flower print design. Here the pillow is tucked away beneath the sheet. Out of the two windows in the room, the one on the left has the shutter half way down and the one to the right has the shutter wide open. But both windows are shut and at the top, light can be seen streaming in mainly through the unshuttered window. It helps brighten, mostly the right side of the room. Windows and beds are separated by chasms of dark shadows. The walls are made of horizontal planks of wood. Outside the window, one can see shrubs causing a barricade like appearance. This is followed by the coastline and the ocean waves crashing against it. In the distance one can see the sky meeting the ocean at the horizon.

Right off the bat, my first observation is the rustic dark wood wall juxtaposed with the small sliver of cream-colored drywall in the corner. This gives a feeling of warmth when paired with the tungsten light bouncing off of the walls. Artwork can be seen throughout the room as various sketches and drawings line the wall; a

I am instantly met with unbearable pain in my head as I awake. I feel as if I am having an ongoing brain freeze and… wait no, that’s is not the right metaphor to use, it makes it sound like it’s a lot less painful than it really is. Rather, I feel like I have just been hit by a train going 200 miles faster than normal. I don’t understand why, but I’m so exhausted, as if I haven’t slept in days.

After walking through the entryway, one enters the spacious kitchen/dining room. The walls are a warm oak wood throughout, except the top half in the dining room is a wallpaper. The wallpaper has small burgundy starts in a repeated pattern on a cream background. The flooring is a brown, appears stone like, linoleum through the entire space. The main color seen is brown through all the oak cabinetry and walls; the accent color is different shades of red, mainly deep red, which is present in the stars on wallpaper and decorations throughout the area.

I tap the screen and you watch as the channel switches, I tap twice on the left side and the volume goes up, twice on the right and the volume goes down, “That’s so cool” you say. I lead you over to the dark wood double doors and they swing open with a whish to the sound of my clap. “Behold, my glam room!” I say to you. You step inside and notice that the back wall is all glass, without a speck or smudge on it in sight. “How do you keep it so clean?” you say, “like this” I say and a flying robot appears and swiftly wipes the unexistent dirt off the mirror. I move across the room and sit upon a red fluffy stool. On either side of me stands a tall matte black Ikea makeup organizer filled with my daily essential makeup and brushes. I click a circular indent on the mirror, which appears to do nothing and I retrieve a few items from the drawers and drop them into thin air, where they hover. “The button removes gravity in this small section of space between my organizers, which allows them to do this. I stand up and look around the room, you do the same. A perfect selfie mirror is on the far wall, with a touchscreen pad to change the lighting and background. A hair station is on the right wall where a variety of hair tools and products sit on icy white shelves. Beside it, a glowing light up sign with the word “XOXO hangs. I guide you over to the left wall where 3 doors stand tall.

The first object that always stands out after walking into my room, you can perceive and feel the sun shining through the window and the white silky blind. My soft, cosy and warm king size bed large and round shaped as the full moon. The sheets and the blanket are tidy and homey, two pillows covered by cases made of green fabric. The bed is in the middle of the room and their is silky snowy white curtain around it. At night when I switch off the light in my room, on top of my bed I have a round shaped led ceiling and some fibre optic lighting inspiring to the shimmering stars in the night sky, it makes me feel stress-free and relaxed. My room is medium size and always spick and span. I maintain everything in its specific setting, in turn for it to make it easy for me to get my

After entering in the house, you will step in a 20ft ceiling grand foyer with 18x18in limestone floor and abounding natural light. Connecting at a 45degree angle to the right is a guest powder room and to the left, a guest wake-in coat closet. In front of you is a 20ft ceiling Great Room with a wall-to-wall ceiling high glass panel at the end showing the whole backyard? There is a marble fireplace and a 2ft deep wall art display design on one side and a 10x8ft engraved art glass panel separated with the dining room on the other side. The dining room, which is a square design to fit in a 12 person round table has a wet bar and a 2ft deep wall display design on one end and a glass wall with a French glass double door leading to the patio on the other end. Besides the Great Room and foyer, all ceilings on the first floor are 10ft high.

To see Kendrick leave this morning was much harder than I imagined it would be. To say we’d grown close would be an understatement. We come up with plans to Skype each other on his down time. It needed to be enough for the time being, we had no other options.

The volatile smell of coolant and gasoline assaulted my nose as I took in the chaos around me; metallic taste hanging in the air. The metal groaned as the car settled into its mangled state. I watched as my parents ran over to the vehicle. I stepped out of the backseat, my seven-year-old body trembling. My mother yelled over her shoulder, “Kaydie! I need you to come over here right now!” I ran over to my mother as she pulled the back door open revealing a sobbing 4-year-old girl. “Kaydie, this little girl is very scared and we need to help her parents. Can you sit with her?” I crawled up into the back seat, next to the little girl. She looked at me with terrified eyes, “Where is my mommy and daddy?” I took her hand and told her she was going to be ok and that my mommy and daddy were with hers. We sat there, hand in hand, as I told her a story about a little girl riding a unicorn while I watched my parents helping hers.

Out of all the years of being Equestria’s ruler, never once did I ever think to be dethroned and beytrayed by my subjects, loyalists, and mistress. I couldn’t blame them, though, as I had failed to do what I had sworn to do: Protect my kingdom and bestow the essentials ponies needed; and besides the Flim and Falm Corp were able to do that better than I ever could. When I got insuborinated and removed from my castle, a sign that read “No Former Princess Celestia allowed here” was placed on the front.

When I was a young child, my family and I would travel to Vermont to stay with my grandparents. They lived on a mountain a little way out from the small town of Troy, Vermont. The land overflowed with the most beautiful trees and wildlife that I have ever seen. My grandfather protected his lands, he ensured that no one would hunt on them so that the animals would be safe from poachers. I would sit outside in the grass of our backyard clearing and just stare out into the wilderness that surrounded me. Some of my cousins felt scared of the woods, but I loved them like they were a part of me. For hours, I would gaze into the trees and watch the wild creatures, it was peace for me. Deer’s would come so close to the clearing that I could see