Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

Suddenly my eyes flew open, the coldness slowly lingered away. My body felt warm. Almost as warm as how my mouth felt the last time I had sipped on my grandmother's tea. My grandmother always told me to have faith and to believe in the end everything would be alright. I felt the frigid saltwater against my skin. “Where am I?” I thought to myself. I couldn’t quite recall what had happened nor where I was. All that I could recall was hearing screams of innocent children and parents trying to comfort

The coldness all around me as I step outside my car. The dark clouds hug far above my head. As I prepare myself for the challenge that lies ahead. It was the middle of the winter and the trees looked like twigs. As I walk around the leaves crunching under my boots. I carry a camera as I head toward the creepy, noisy house. The singing of James inside the car could be heard all over the country. I keep walking forward to get a better look at this house I could see the paint wearing off and the windows boarded up. I look at my phone in horror and realize that it's close to dead. Thunder boomed over my head as rain started to come down. I walk up to the gate and open it. The gate creaked open and I look upon the yard. The grass was dead the stone path looked like pebbles. The house looked fragile as if it was about to collapse I gulped down my fear as I push onward.

Three days earlier on a wintery morning. I walked out of my warm apartment, as the cold breeze instantly smacked me in the face, even with my woolly, Christmas themed sweater and thick, quilted coat I was still cold. The sky was washed with grey clouds, as the ground was covered in crisp, white snow. The wind whooshed and whistled past my ears giving me the shivers; I quickly ran through the deep,

I can hear the White Rabbit 's watch tocking and ticking yet I don 't see him. He is late again. I might just fire him or water him, however, that phrase goes. I let my devious grin emerge from the dust to see him in the dark dry woods, he doesn 't see me but I see him in his half ironed quarter buttoned shirt. I am not a bad kitty, I simply don’t play nice with the kittens.

I came up closer to the water and checked how cold it was. Being calm it had so many different hues of blue, reflecting a bright blue sky, near the shore it was pale blue, nearly translucent, as it got deeper it changed from pale blue to deep dark blue. I leaned down to touch the water in the lake. It was cool and so transparent that I could see everything on the bottom. At that moment I felt wonderful smell of roasting meat in the air. This familiar aroma tickled my nostrils and reminded me that I had not eaten since the morning.

I was being followed. A fact I became more and more aware of as I approached the center of the woods. I wasn’t completely committed to any idea of what it was, it’s trepid footsteps I could have easily mistaken for the occasional ambience, if not for their consistent shadowing of me. It could be anything from a fox, to a very graceful axe murderer.

The sky was still dark as I got out of my car in front of the school building. The winter morning was silent beyond the crunch of my boots in the snow and the howl of the wind. Immediately after stepping out from the shelter of my car, I was welcomed by the piercing wind, it was relentless. The door was about 30 feet away and had I not been scared of tripping I would’ve run to escape the cold. I shoved my hands in my coat pockets and began my way to the front door. The air stung my eyes each time a gust passed, my nose began to run, and although I couldn’t see for myself, I’m sure most of my face had taken on a red color from the biting wind.

In the beginning, he felt nothing, only his psyche floated about; as it prevailed, he felt faint. Eventually, his senses began waking, but then something blazed through him. The sound of several sonorous sirens permeated the air like a banshee; it’d engulfed several of his other senses, shoving them aside, devouring them, making them seem as though they were never there. However, there was one feeling that he could perceive just as clearly as the noise of the ambulance and police, the cold. A frigid feeling bit into his soul; even though he couldn’t tell what time it was, he was sure that it was in the beginning of summer. Regardless, the immense cold that bore into his very being was needless to say, very

The sweat dripped off my forehead and onto the cold dirt. I was scared, my head was throbbing. I could hear the music but it was slowly drifting away. All the yelling and and singing was getting faded away by me thinking i've been forgotten, and the crunching of the leaves.

The shocking, cold feel I felt was like ice inside veins and my body exposed to a winter snowstorm… the numbing feeling hurt. I can’t move …echoing through out… but no one here all I see is a beautiful electric blue and a moon more silvery then silver itself … gasping…waiting for help please! But no one will… yelling to myself Move! Move! Move!

I don't have a great sense of direction but I'm sure I'm going the right way so I walk, fall over a few things, get back up and walk again (before continuing the cycle of falling over) as I hear a branch being broken not far from where I was about.

Afterwards, my self confidence increased and my movements gradually became second nature. Although, I became too comfortable- I was not paying attention and smashed my skull into a rock above. My head throbbed like a pounding migraine; however, the combination of sweat and the open wound stung the most. Suddenly, with one blow to the forehead- I became scared

The moment I walked into the wood, my imagination made it seemed scarier than what I expected. Step by step, I carefully walked on a narrow trail where the rain of last night created a damp cheerless atmosphere. The light of the moon lighted the trace help

I slowly stepped out and took one extra step, and I slipped off the edge! I held onto a lone branch with all of my strength. But it soon started to break. I looked down at the river that seemed to be flowing faster than ever. I thought this was it. I thought it was the end. I felt my heart pound like a hammer was trying to break through my chest.

It was Halloween and, being the super mature teenager that I was, I went trick-or-treating. Going house to house and getting practically thrown at with candy just seemed entirely worth it. Considering I was 5,3, I wasn 't surprised that I could pull off being a 12-year-old for one night without calling attention to myself.