Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

Fixing his eyes on the place where the light had shone down he searched for stars, clouds, the slightest hint of moonlight, yet found nothing, and shutting his eyes again, resolved to sleep until daylight. Before the numbness could swallow him, a crawling sensation on his right calf alerted him to the presence of some creature lurking there, a small animal with strength, insect or lizard. With a simultaneous kick of his right foot and flail of his left arm, he managed to smack it off, then laid as still as possible till the fire in his bones subsided. Sleep overtook him, smiling in the dark. He could

A morbid melancholy stole over me. Anxiety gnawed at my heart. I was a living corpse. There was a feeling of chill in the air every day as I felt. I faked illness so as not to go to school. Despair hangs heavy in the stifling air. It was a dreary day for me , cold and without sunshine. I dread people and always avoid people. The door was locked from the inside. A cold grey light crept under the curtains. The windows were secured with locks and bars. The room felt cold and sterile.The flowers faded for want of water. A single lamp was suspended from the ceiling. The clock ticked louder and louder in a quiet room. I regarded the room as a refuge from the outside

I have to get out of here. I take what feels like hours to devise a plan. I look at the old grandfather clock and it’s only 10:36. I let the dark sky outside of the laundromat overtake me until I slowly but suddenly fall asleep.

What seemed like hours had passed. The light had succumb to darkness, but George had made a simple torch out of fallen branches. George led the way down the road, Lennie slogging along behind, trying to keep up. George noticed Lennie swaying back in forth, soon to fall into a slumber, and took the initiative to stop. They found a little open patch amongst some trees. They each collapsed to the ground into a sleep.

The right hand corner of my laptop read 2:30AM and I was sitting on my raggedy West Elm sofa frantically working away in the mist of yawns. Max would have left the Abbey bar by now and was presumably having passionate sex while I struggled to keep my eyes open and double check whether I’d spelt “” correctly. All I had to do was proof-read, decide on grey, or green, for the color scheme and then I was free to sleep. My Egyptian cotton sheets were calling like a mother looking for her lost child but there was not a chance in hell that I would give in until the report of Clark Gables multi-million dollar home was finished and exactly the way I envisioned it. I’d stay up all night if I had too. I’d use matchsticks to keep my eyes open (I did try that once and it was more painful than effective, but still, you get my point.) I would even go to the lengths of eating a whole tub of cottage cheese if it mean’t I’d have the most perfect report because I hated

My eyes fluttered open to the darkness, slowly adjusting itself. The bright world in my dreams evaporated as quickly as it had come. A wing brushed along my back, and a claw dug itself into my side. I flinched. But this is life. Bit by bit, others beside me awoke. They stirred, they groaned, and many pairs of eyes blinked open. Whispers arose.

It was nearly three in the morning and I was running on cold coffee, the inkling that I was on to something, and the visceral clicks of an antiquated but beloved smith-corona typewriter. Nights like these are not out of the ordinary for me, and like many of these nights go, I'm not entirely sure what I was really writing about. I know that it was probably a strange mixture of stream-of-consciousness and delirious epiphanies that wouldn’t hold up in the morning, but I was in my element. I was invigorated because I had found my groove and I would’ve done absolutely anything to hold onto that little bit of unadulterated magic for as long it would last.

I try to sleep, but I cannot... I always remember, But I am lost, The cost too much A swollen heart and calloused feet, Across a barren land of bleached white bones For I was there, Amongst the

The darkness enveloped me that night. No light from the car headlights or the stars could cut through my foggy mind, and I kept moving, one foot after the other to distract myself. Right, left. I arrived at the wall faster than I’d hoped to.

I was all snuggled up in my fortress of a bunk bed, pajamas on, teeth brushed, and reading my favorite book series, Fablehaven. Just as my eyes began to droop, and I instinctively marked my place in the book, I remembered the light was still on. I couldn’t fall asleep yet. And thus, I began the treacherous journey down the ladder, across the room, then back again in the dark, stepping on legos and bumping into corners I could have sworn weren’t there a second ago, and finally back up the ladder only to realize my venture had woken me up and that I was no longer tired.

I walked to the cell door at the end of the room; it was 12:08 AM. “Guess I napped too long,” I mumbled as I picked up a small stone, and put a tally on the wall. “One day down,” I whispered, trying not to wake anyone else. I went to my rusty bed, and closed

I let out a soft sigh, still unfocused for school the next day. I placed the polaroid I had taken from the fair carefully onto my bedside table. I could use this as a tool of recognition at school tomorrow. I grabbed my comforter and tucked myself into bed, with two pillows in my embrace. As my consciousness dwindled down, my mind escaped into a vivid dream. Sleeping allowed me to liberate myself from the agony of trudging through my daily life.

My day begins again with a drone of the same ringtone of the alarm. Getting up to open the window forgetting about the same old raven bird that stares at me with its whole black eyes sending you into a black spiral. The sense of nostalgia hits, rain leaves its own scent like the scent of an ex-lover’s. After all eternity doesn’t wait for the past to catch up, you just keep on going with your life as I have. Making my way to the kitchen I avoid all the papers on the floor scattered like a tornado threw up and shredded its life. My hands twitches to grab the phone eager to check for the ghost messages and calls. Putting down my arm as soons as it raises “don’t do it”. I turn in circles to find someone but in its leave was nothing. “ I know” I whispered to no one. The hallway was filled with darkness except for one room whose light was slowly dimming. Darting past the shadowed hands reaching for me I went into the room. Searching for that dark grey raincoat that was hung up on a hanger in the half empty closet.

You’re walking down the sidewalk on your way home. A chilly breeze blows, and you hunch your shoulders, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket. Feeling a need for spontaneity, you decide to take a different turn. After five minutes of walking you come upon a corner store. You feel an urge to go in and you don’t know why; maybe because the store looks impossible somehow, with its smudged outline and colors that are slightly less visible than the colors of the other buildings on the street, or because of the way that none of the passersby even give it a glance.

It was 2:30 in The morning. And mum always used to say nothing good ever happens after two in the morning. I should have listened. Anyway, I stood on the corner of Vernon and 25th street, on a rainy night in London. When standing there, I suddenly became suspicious of my surroundings. A man figure dressed in black passed by without a word. He dropped a pale, beige journal. When I realized it had fallen, I gathered up the broken, fallen pages upon the ground. As I looked up to see where the mysterious man had gone, I found myself standing alone as I did before.