Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

The old grey stones of the abandoned church were only visible where the vines and moss hadn’t yet reached. The forest itself seemed to crane its neck in an attempt to envelop the solitary church standing now as the only sign of a once busy community. The stained glass windows had given way so that the vines could enter and feel their way through a place unknown and forbidden to their advances for so long. Within the church, a portion of the ceiling had collapsed and a beam of green forest sunlight illuminated the altar of the old sanctuary.

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

Through the dismal half-light, my eyes could only just make out an immense staircase that stretched up the decrepit landing. A strange odour emanated from the wooden steps, suggesting I was perhaps not the first mortal soul to wander these deserted halls, nor would I be the last to leave, alive, at least. A series of gashes lined the wall, unsettlingly similar to those found in the gas chambers at Auschwitz. Below my feet, two depressions in the wood trailed up the stairs, worn away where people had once roamed. Burnt out candles lined the scorched snaking bannisters that ran parallel until they finally met further on. A chilling wind sliced through the floorboards creating an eerie whistle that echoed off the peeling walls.

Bizarre sounds gradually got louder and peculiar smells overwhelmed my nose as the world behind the door was revealed, one sense at a time. Progressively adjusting as I took each step, my eyes were still becoming used to the effulgent light. Mesmerised by the beautiful sight of what appeared to be a large square, surrounded by townhouses varying from dark beige to a dirty brown seemingly no more than five metres in height. The square’s ground comprised of roughly arranged cobblestones, as if whoever lay them were in a hurry. At the opposite side of the square to where I stood, I could see a monumental tower that loomed over the square. It had a single window, overlooking the

As I entered the building, the depressing atmosphere overwhelmed me. The hallway was hollow; the light was gloomy; the air smelled obnoxious. I wanted to run away.

Everyday as I walked to the library I would always cut through a patch of abandoned buildings that were seemingly gloomy and creepy to a stranger, especially towards the end of the day but to me they were just regular old buildings since I had passed through them so many times. As I walked through the buildings with a

Instantaneously, I was brought back to the brown shag carpet in the living room, with its own peculiar smell, and the blue tiled bathroom full of the relics of retirement. I could stare at the dark stained wood ceilings for hours, imagining the trees that had been felled, stripped, and sanded to create them. The view of towering pines were like the

The walls were heavy, made of thick, rotting wood and thin drywall. The drywall was thin and sodden, dank from being exposed to elements for so long. The putrid wood showed its face at random intervals, shyly appearing to the perceptive viewer. On top of the walls sat peeling plaster, curling up liked they were sour and crisp. The off white color of the walls matched what you could see of the dirty floors, which were covered in debris. This debris

I sat in our freezing basement. Goosebumps layered my body and I began to shake. A light lit up the dark room and I listened to the footsteps walking down the steep stairs.

Mold ran along the edges of the old wooden staircase, spiderwebs in the corners and old nails sticking through the low hanging ceiling. The same old shelf, with the same broken toys, not two feet ahead. A light bulb hanging from an old string close enough to touch swinging back and forth nearly touching the sides of the tiny closet. A few odds and ends lay scattered across the floor.

"Wake up Abby, it 's time to go to school!" my little sister Natalie whispered as she poked me. Leaves were blowing against my window, making a pitter patter sound that made me smile. I loved that fall breeze. It was another miserable, chilly Monday, to bad Autumn was coming to an end. I looked up at Natalie with her gigantic grin, and her gaze on me she never let go of.

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.

I was waddling around in my playpen like any happy four-year-old would. Picking up and grabbing random toys and hurling them as hard my my chubby arm could. I looked at my brother with the biggest grin I could muster, as we heard my mother’s off-pitch voice, singing our favorite Disney songs to us, currently one from Sleeping Beauty, much to my brother’s dismay. It was the best day I can remember. My mother finished up with the song, and I thought it was the best thing I had ever heard. I didn’t know at the time that my mother is actually tone-deaf.

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.

Once we were out in the open air, I was met with an overwhelming sense of exhilaration. The blaring alarms continued to screech in the distance, as the castle seemed to stir awake, most likely with the news that there was a prisoner that escaped. The fear inside me had subsided to a pulsing sense of alertness. Out of the sprawling grounds of the manor, we ran at full speed ahead. He took my hand in his, dragging me along beside him as we hastened through the narrow alleyways of the nearby villages. Panting with exertion as I flew down the slippery roads, my mind drifted away as thoughts came to me, bits and pieces of memories. I had wanted to slow down, just for a split second, to revel in this moment: the firm press of his palm against