Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

Fishing is a fun way for me to spend some time with my family members and just relax feeling the refreshing breeze hit my face. I enjoy going with my older brother to the lake here in Newton or Out in other towns. One time me and my brother went to a lake outside of Newton in a different town and stayed there for most of the day. We hardly caught anything but it was fun being out there with only my older brother. And the fish we did catch were all to small to take home to cook and man I wish we did catch a big one.

Suddenly I got a bite and with a quick concentrated swipe I hooked the fish. I began to reel, but somehow the fish had vanished from my line. It had came unhooked for some unapparent reason! I did not turn cross over a single fish. Instead I casted again, but despite my perseverance I got nothing. Several casts later my line vibrated as I was retrieving my bait. Repetitively I quickly jerked right, but nothing had taken the bait and once again I had missed a fish! Out of nowhere I got a second bite, but this time was different. By this time the water was completely over run with ripples, so I had to concentrate on the water nearest to my line. Suddenly this gigantic fish leaped from the churning waters. Like a green missile with fins the fish disappeared back to the depths. She was steady peeling line of off my expensive reel right before my eyes. Soon she was exhausted and began to return with less of a protest. Before I knew it the enormous fish was only feet from me. I knew exactly where she was when she gracefully appeared and I could finally see her entire body for only a moment. I told my dad she was enormous, but he already had the net waiting. I did not want to risk the slight chance of the hooks dislodging so I ever so gently pulled the bass toward the net. She went in without any

Ever since I was a young kid my father has been taking me fishing. He has successfully brainwashed me into loving the activity. Now don’t get me wrong, I love the sport and I am so thankful that my father shared with me this passion. The stories that I could tell about our fishing adventures are endless. My dad has been taking me out fishing every chance he could. There are however a few instances that shine through the countless hours out on the water with poles in hand.

I take off my black coat and exhale relief, seeing that my lower quadrants are back to normal.

He ended the kiss, but pressed his forehead to mine, as we both tried to regain some control. “I think,” I said between breaths, “you want to fuck me up against your car.”

"Mom! Dad! I 'm going out for a run!" I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a banana, finishing it off quickly as I got my earphones and phone.

I turned around and faced him, his silver eyes locked with mine he lifted his hand and brushed strands of my wet hair away from my face. “I love you.” I whispered.

“Because that’s what it looks like,” I bawled, irritated when I sensed the laughter my son sucked in. “You three are all in cahoots; anyone can tell that. You knuckleheads just don’t want to admit it, that I’m right.” I jested with a mother’s omniscience right to do so, then I softened, with a mother’s omniscience will to do so, too.

We pulled up the driveway, the headlights of the car shining against the metal garage door. I listened to the sweet melody flowing from the white headphones all the way through my ears. Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron & Wine played, the lyrics burning themselves in my brain, leaving the permanent mark of the emotions that filled each sweet, meaningful word. My mom pulled a headphone from my ear aggressively and shook her head at me.

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.

“Do you remember the red heel you always wanted to wear when you were younger,” my cousin asks. I giggle quietly as my forms a smile. I try to remember, but the memories do not come to me. I look up at her and just say yes, but why is it that I do not recall those shoes? I look down at my feet and close my eyes. I can see myself at the age of two running around in a pearly dress. I begin to scan myself in the dress, I look down, but still cannot see the shoes. I reopen my eyes and I just sigh. Have I forgotten where I came from, or is it just my mind playing tricks on me?

I moved to Waterford, Connecticut in my middle of second year of high school. When I went to Waterford first time, I didn’t like it. Actually I felt miserable, because I wasn’t happy that I moved to Waterford. As soon as when I got there I missed all of my friends. I don’t remember exact dates, but I know it was winter, cold. I think unhappiness made me feel colder. Waterford looks like the old country. There was few houses in a street. Our new house was one of it. The house surrounded by some trees, a huge yard, and a stream. I thought I am living in a forest. As soon as when we moved to Waterford, my father had to go back to Korea for his work. It was our first time that we live separately. I had about a month off from the school because one of the paper didn’t go through. I didn’t know anyone in there, didn’t know what I can do, or what’s where. Afraid to be outside, and being not happy about living in Waterford didn’t makes me to do something. I just stayed in the house. Staying in the house wasn’t fun either. My father is gone. My mom started to work in her new job. My brother was busy to play online computer game with his friends. I think living in a house for a month without seeing anyone, and stay home felt loneliness was the very beginning of the depression start.

There’s something I need to say and what follows may not be something that you’d expect, it won’t be heartening or uplifting. If you remember today, I told you about going somewhere I wanted to go to… I’m not sure if you believed and accepted what I now confess as untrue; it is partly. I needed to pull away emotionally… from you.

In the morning, the sky would turn light blue, in the afternoon a blue mixed with white, then gradually mixed with red, then dark blue at night, and finally pitch black. I saw this change of colours by gazing head high to the sky at different places.