Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

I wander through the misty woods, pushing brambles to the sides with one hand as I guard my Canon camera with the other. I stop as come a small stream, I flip my bag to the front of me and reach into my backpack. “It has be in here somewhere.” I mumble to no one as my hands move around the items in my unorganized bag. I finally pull out my instructions on how to get to the abandon house that I had written down from the internet earlier. I shove the wrinkled paper back into my bag and cross the river then turn left. Twenty minutes later I appear at an old broken gate with a slightly sinking house behind two pine trees. My eyes dart quickly to the rusting No Trespassing sign and back again to the broken gate. I carefully lift the gate above the

I then went to Cedar Lanes Park to attempt to verify Walter's story by locating

I have found you at last hiding behind the tree. Our little game, of hide-and-seek, is over.

I was walking through a thick green forest somewhere in the middle of Wisconsin. I’m desperately looking around trying to spot anything out of the ordinary. I have been walking around this part of the forest for nearly half an hour when finally I hear Shannon’s voice yelling with excitement from far behind me, “I found it!” I trek my way back through the greenery until I see all my soon-to-be friends in a clearing, staring up at a small camouflage box hanging high above us in between two massive oak trees. This was my fourth time Geocaching with this group, and looking up in that tree I knew to become a part of the gang, I was going to have to think, and act like a seasoned geocacher.

I was scared to find out if that box is still in there. I sighed deeply and got out. I trudged my way up to the house and walked inside. I threw my stuff in the living room and went to my bedroom. I looked around trying to find the box but I couldn't find anything. That's weird, I guess it was my imagination. I wonder where Levitican is. "Levitican!" I didn't hear a single sound throughout the house. It was quiet. Eerily quiet. I started running around the house checking every room and yelling out my dog's name. I couldn't find him anywhere.

One-thirty on a Thursday morning. I laid in bed worrying, after watching John rush to Main Street for a fire call. My head spun as the pager near my head continued to dispatch calls. “Be careful on the roof Watson, I can see light through,” Feltner’s voice echoed. Ambulance sirens boomed down a four-block stretch of Main Street. My body sprung from the bed and hurried out and down the block. My face began to fill with heat. Just then another page came through, “I know idiot, I put it there.” It was John’s voice. I felt relief and began to walk back down the sidewalk to our home. I heard a young girl screaming for her dog, hysterically. Finally, back in my house, I completely forgot that I had left the two girls upstairs. Thankfully,

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

I did a little more investigating in the area i didn't find barely anything, maybe a thing or two torn paper ,a note, signs of panic but the note said nothing at all that was important it was instead a very old list of something unknown.

leaving valuables in a hole in a tree. They begin to appear on a regular basis, as if

As I tromped through the thick woods, I got the same warmth radiating from the forest. The sunlight danced, even through the still pine needles above me. I listened, hoping to hear a crunch of a twig, or rolling of pebbles beneath Adam’s feet. Nothing. I stopped and waited, listening. Still listening, again nothing. “Adam! Adam where are you!?!” I called into the forest. My voice echoed of of the thick trunks of the trees. The feeling of panic spread throughout me. I quickened my pace, anxious to find Adam. After walking for a few minutes, I realized I had wandered farther than I ever had before. I spun around, trying to remember what direction I had come from. After debating with myself, I decided to head back downhill. Slowly going along, trying to decided if I was going the right direction, I heard a low sobbing. My first thoughts jumping to Adam, I screamed his name. With no response, I quickened my pace. I spun around and there it

“Stand up right now and put on your coat. We’ll be waiting for you in the car.” Having no idea what was going on, I swiftly dressed up, and in a minute was downstairs. Carefully driving, daddy occasionally looked at my mom. He said, “Everything will be okay, believe me.” In the wing mirror of the car, I recognized a woman, who had never shown her weakness before. Tears were slowly running down her face. Passing by glass buildings, we moved towards another part of the city. Floors of every building decreased. Streets narrowed. Every street was a reminder of my childhood. Trying to get rid of an idea floating in my head, I closed my eyes tight. In a few minutes, the sound of an ambulance broke a silence. I opened my eyes and recognized a familiar

We hide in the corners of the street at night, and moved with the crowds in the morning. So, after three days of this same routine, we finally made it to Vengeance woods, where to get past I tried the simple knock. And yippee! It worked! And on we went inside making sure to stay in the cool dark shadows, partly to keep ourselves cool and partly so the security camera’s doesn’t catch us. The air was hot and humid, like it was in the Village. When we did find a person sitting on the rock, he did not look like the fighting type. Instead more of the, “I will sit around and watch you” type. I grudgingly walked over and said, “Excuse me, will you please tell me why you are in the woods?”

I answered the phone, it was my friend Zoie “Hey, do you and Lane want to go get ice cream with Thomas and I?” I respond “Yes, we would love to! See you soon!” Lane and I got into my car and drove the what would be treacherous fifteen minutes to my friend Zoie’s house. We were blasting Walked in by Bankroll Fresh, “Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building, that mean I got something expensive”. We finally got to her twisty, turny, and curvy neighborhood, it was drizzling out side not to mention it was as dark as midnight outside. This wouldn’t have phased me before, I loved driving in the dark at night- the rain just made it a little more soothing. Over a small hill, down the hill, we hit a sizeable puddle. Passing a yellow with a curve ahead picture on it. The curve was so sharp that you almost hit your head against the window.

Holding as much wood to my arms extent, the splinters were digging into my skin as I tried to make a full trip to my home without dropping any logs. But eventually one of the logs slipped through the cracks, giving up i set my arms free, causing the logs to fall and roll away from me. I pushed back the strands of thick brown hair from my face, I kneeled down to collect the wood when a noise alarmed me, it was screaming, distant screaming. I wasn't sure to run away or let my curiosity get the best of me and run towards the screams. The cries became more clear, they were coming from the direction I was walking toward, my home. I began to run home jumping over the abandoned logs to reach my home. I could see through the trees it

the other side stood an old tired man in what seemed to be a butler's