Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

" Well, when we were at the E.R you started attacking the doctors so the tried to put you to sleep. But you didn't seem to be affected by the medicine," she

"Lady problems, sir," I whispered. I leaned in conspiratorially and he gave me an odd smirk, one that called bullshit. "It's that time of the month."

“Um.. you said ‘Should I just pretend like that didn’t happen or should I apologise’” the guy said nervously, taken aback by the rudeness.

"What do you mean ?" seemingly a little calmer yet his face gave off that he was still in a bad mood.

“Just powerful ones. Now will you shut up,” I sneer in his face, our noses almost touching. I turn away from him. I hate being this close to him or any guy in general, but since he wants to kill me, it makes this situation

“What did he say?” I asked, trying to hide my curiosity. “C’mon! I’m sure it’s not as bad as all that.”

“Well, you sure act like you do. I keep thinking you want to kill me.”

"Since you 're deserving of worse, I 'd say so, you retard." She shouted, punching me even harder this time.

You awaken to the sound of waves upon a shore, and with your mouth full of sand. Coughing, you blink a few times to adjust your eyes to your bright, new surroundings. You see a sparkling beach edging a gentle, clear sea, and farther in, a thick forest. Glancing down the shore, the sand continues endlessly in a way that makes it hard to tell whether this is an island or the mainland. There is no boat in sight, and so you decide to head into the forest to find some sort of civilization. As soon as you step under the canopy of the trees, the temperature seems to drop by about ten degrees. You walk farther in with no clear direction in mind. Turning around, you find that you can no longer see the beach, and realize that maybe walking in without a plan was not such a good idea. At this point, you have completely lost your bearings. Still, it seems to you that it might be wise to leave some sort of markings to help you figure out from which direction you came. Now as you walk, you break the branches at eye level on your right hand side. After about an hour of wandering, you see a wider clearing up ahead, and hasten your speed toward it.

I grab the tiny green bowl in front of Autumn and place it in the stainless steel sink. I swipe my hand under the faucet and clear water comes pouring out. The remains of the now cold mac’n’cheese soaks up the water and swirls down the drain. I look over my shoulder to my sweet Autumn, who is still sitting in the chair with her tiny arms and filthy fingers draped on the counter.

Imagine: It’s the weekend and you’ve decided to have a get-away with your friends. The winters have never really seemed to phased you, though this one seems to be much colder than usual. You invite everyone up to your family’s cabin up in the remote woods on Blackwood Mountain, a snow-covered mount of rocks in western Canada. Everyone is together, but as the night progresses you have a sense of someone watching you through the windows of the cabin. You’re excited for the night because your crush accepted your invitation to come along. To your surprise, your crush invites you to a bedroom but once you arrive you realize it was all a prank when you hear the laughter and your friends coming out filming the entire occurrence. You’re humiliated. You run and run fast, past the kitchen, out the front door and into the blistering cold. Your heart is pounding loud in your ears and the tears are beginning to hit the cold air, causing your cheeks to tingle. It’s dark, and you begin to lose track of where you are. The woods have a tendency of doing such. You hear noises and you realize you’re being followed. Running with all of the power you can muster, you hit the edge of a cliff with nowhere to go. The thing chasing you is now drawing near. You have nowhere to go, nowhere to turn. You feel the rock underneath your feet slip and you begin to fall. The cold air is rushing by you as you plummet, in a quick fleet of

bbI walked down to the beach by myself along side of a desolate road. The wind tossed the palm trees and my long hair in every direction. The sun was setting and the sky turned sort of a pink and lavender color which reminded me of my mother. Pebbles on the ground tickled the bottoms of my bare feet as I pondered about her. How her favorite color was lavender, how her hair always smelled like the pink tropical flowers in our front yard, how she always smiled and appreciated the rain for its beauty (even if it meant we couldn’t go surfing), she had dark olive skin with freckles across her nose and top of her cheekbones. Green eyes and a beautiful wide smile that always appeared to be on her face even when times were rough. I didn’t really look my mom, I had freckles like her but my face structure was totally different. Actually I looked like no one in my family. In fact, at family gatherings and reunions I was often asked if I was a good family friend. Even if people thought I looked a little bit like my mom (because of the freckles) they wouldn’t tell me because they were constantly trying to avoid an awkward conversation.

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!"

The fresh grass tickled his sticky body as he crushed the living daylights out of them. Beneath the sun’s gaze, he laid still while absorbing the beauty of the outside world. It was perfect.

“Take it easy kiddo. You should be fine so long as you avoid creatures like me. A lot of them may think they have a *bone to pick with you!” He chuckles softly at his joke.