Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

I was walking along the sidewalk on a brisk Autumn night as leaves crunched beneath my feet. Eerie fog rolled out along the road and brought a chill down my spine. I began to pick up my pace as I wanted to get home as fast as possible. The streets looked like a ghost town, no one was outside and only the dim streetlights lit my path. I took out my cellphone and attempted to call my mother, but it went right to voice mail. Just as i was pocketing my phone I heard a disturbing cackle. At that moment I began sprinting not wishing to stay and find out who or what made that sound. I was about half a mile from my house when I heard the disturbing noise again. Being in a pure state of terror I overlooked a pothole which I promptly stepped in and

I was just strolling out my room in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom when I heard the sound of someone in the kitchen knock something over. I nearly jumped five feet high when I heard the big boom. Immediately, I thought it was a burglar trying to steal our valuables. My heart was beating so loud, I was sure that whoever was in the next room could hear it. Despite my racing heart, I gather all the courage I had and sneaked into the kitchen. I

Later on that day, I heard shouting and crying down the road a ways. I swung the door open and ran towards the commotion. My mind was running through the files of my brain thinking on what it could be. I finally thought of the worst situation

I got out and saw someone standing maybe 200 yards down the road with some matches and paper crumpled in their hand. He wore a white mask with a black shirt and black jeans. He also held a gold pistol in the other hand but he wasn’t pointing it at me yet. He lit the paper and dropped it on the ground next to his foot. I was thinking what would be the point of dropping it on the ground, until suddenly a trail of fire kindled and I remembered the gas trail behind my car. The fire slowly made its way to the car and the creepy guy walked with it as it got closer. Panic took over my entire body and my mind froze as i desperately tried to think of what i needed to do. On instinct I tried to turn and run, but when I turned around, I saw another figure with a knife standing where I wanted to run. I glanced to the sides of the roads and saw dark trees towering over me. Something told me that the forest wouldn’t be any safer than out in the open because I wouldn’t be able to see where they were. I desperately thought of what I could do when I remembered that I had a pump shotgun in my glove department. The two guys had gotten even closer to me though so i had to do it fast or they’d blast me into oblivion.

I ran straight to the door and locked every single lock using both my hands. Panicking and racing up and down in my office, not knowing where my husband was. Did they take him? Is he dead? No! I can’t think like this, everyone is safe. I grabbed my phone and called the police, hearing shots being fired, listening to the others screaming for help. Twist and turn, I hear someone trying to open the door. I quickly run to the cardboards and hide but I was too late. The glass of the windows were blown off “Money! Where’s the money”. A men jumped in, he was dressed like an ordinary person but was holding a gun. I screamed and tried to run. He pushed me back and held the gun to my face, “I said, where. Is. The. Money!” My mind froze. I had a flashback

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.

My eyes were red and my visions were blurry. I woke up from a sudden bang outside of my house. It was probably just the raccoon digging for trash. I took a quick glimpse of the clock. It was 5:00 A.M. I went back to sleep, after that disturbance. I woke up and found out that it was 7:50 A.M, and school started at 8:00 A.M. I was late on the first day of school! I brushed my teeth and took a quick snack from my snack bag. As I hurry outside my house, I climbed onto my electrical bike. I rushed down the streets at full speed like a hurricane combined with a tornado and REALIZED my brake wasn't working! As I crossed the street, a red car came out of nowhere to a yellow light at a speed of 55 mph. BOOM it crashes into me. I flinged into the air and my face was about to land on some hard asphalt cement. Then in a sudden the red car was beeping at me like it was like an alarm clock. I knew it wasn't normal for people who just crashed a young teenager and starts beeping randomly instead of helping. Hmm wait...beeping like an alarm clock...Then I woke up and realized that I was dreaming. It was 6:45 A.M. Oh yeah, I was to tired too mention that I had a lot of crazy dreams these past weeks. Hey, at least you were motivated enough to read this far into the narrative story.

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.

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.

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 was wearing a beautiful blue dress with sapphire gems all around the chest area as I entered the ball with Ciel and Sebastian. I took a good look around here, the hallway was lined with gold. There was a servant ready to escort us to the ball room. "Hello, come this way." He said, walking forward. "Wow, this place is so fancy!" I exclaimed, looking around. "It 's fake gold." Ciel bluntly replied, bringing my hopes down. I sighed. Ciel sounded like he wasn 't in a very good mood.

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

Time is indecisive. It’s either with you or against you. What I’ve noticed is whenever you’re

I took lengthy whiles to adore your physiognomies before the moment where I could register how you spoke. I got hit at random upon one Tuesday noon filled with rain by how you stressed your syllables, and wound your ways in my heart when you spoke on literatures. It wasn’t how you spoke and what you touched upon. Rather, it was your vocal cadence sounds. If I could have, I might have made you speak for hours. Despite whether you spoke the equal terminology non-stop, I might not have minded; I knew it might enthrall. The greatest times were the moments where I did not know how you surrounded me, or how you were quiet throughout lengthy periods while I dozed. It was then I was able to discern you not far away and then smile with your vocal cadence intimacies in my ears. Do not ask me what it was like to hear you say my namesake; it could get sensed but never spoken. You entwined yourself in my cranium to where I was no longer someone who thought with their personal voice; at moments where I read, your vocal cadence handled narration duties. You captured my secondary senses in thorough fashion.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Five thirty, blared the most grotesque thing known to man. Slow to rise out of the comfort of my throne, only to stumble into those dirty cold clothes I had been wearing for the previous three weeks. Nearly falling up stairs to find what left-overs were in the fridge. Disappointed, as last night my mother must have been on a cleaning frenzy. The dishes done, tables wiped down, and the fridge picked clean like a vulture scavenged a decaying rabbit in the desert. I guess a Gogurt would have to suffice this morning. Closing the freezer, the light of the oven was on. And then, as if a being hit by a falling boulder, Pizza! Oh the Gods above must have been watching out for me; there were three slices of peperoni pizza left in the box. Five minutes later, with a full stomach, I was out the door and on my way to the most delightful place on the face of planet earth.