Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

I jump and scream. As I get half way through the Woods I trip on root coming out of the ground. Scrapes are covering my knee, blood gushing! I limp my way through the woods tripping and falling as I go. I finally see the backyard of my house, but first have to get through the neighbor's yard. Hopefully that angry dog is locked up! I think to myself! But as I reach the neighbors yard I see the vicious, angry, horrifying dog standing there with his slobber all over his mouth Just staring at me. “Nice doggy” I said sweetly. But it doesn't work. He comes chasing at me only couple yards away! “ Bruno!” Yells the neighbors owner.”Stop this instant!” Bruno goes walking toward the man slowly. “Kenal! Now!” Bruno walks past me growling while walking toward his kenal. “Sorry about that,” says the owner. “Here i’ll help you home.” He says sweetly. As we approach the door, my mother opens it quickly. “What happened? Are you ok?” “Yeah.” I reply. “Well thank you!” “ No problem.” says the man. When I walk inside mom quickly cleans up my knee and sends me straight to bed. As I lay in bed I think of all the crazy things I did today. This was a day I would never

He was sitting in a chair on his porch watching his farm. The farm contained corn, wheat, and carrots, and i was awfully hungry. The last time i ate was on the train. I know this because i had packed some carrots and bread in my luggage, but now my luggage is gone. I had to find a way to befriend this man. I knew exactly what i had to do. I tapped the dog on the forehead and again and again. He finally bit my arm softly, but enough to make it bleed. I kissed him on the forehead and took off to the farm. I ran onto the porch only to find the dog had followed me to the plantation. The farmer stood up and noticed me holding my arm. He examined me and suspiciously invited me to come in. I entered the house and a wave of terror flooded over

Bahauddin grabbed for a place to rest his hand while he lifted his feet, climbing through the shaft, out of the caverns. Every crack of stone was filled with overgrown moss, As he rose, he could see the sky was just before nightfall. The only sound around was the howl of the wind, and the keys clanging against each other like a windchime during a breezy spring afternoon. Ascending up the shaft, he was cautiously concentrating for each and every placement of his hands and feet, careful not to slip. Bahauddin’s hand grasped the top of the shaft. The sky was painted with brush strokes of blood orange, reflecting a glare off the keys. Outside, it had looked like a warzone. No buildings fully structured, not a person in sight, just crumbs

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.

Ever since I was a little girl I’ve always enjoyed the company of animals. Throughout my life i’ve had dogs,a cat and a hamster as pets. I’ve also done some volunteer work with the Safe Cat Foundation with a local foster mom. While volunteering with safe cat, I got to provide rescue for at risk animals, prioritizing on cats with serious medical conditions, along with fostering. I’ve had a two year experience in this foundation with nursing newborn kittens,helped take care of cats with medical conditions and foster the cats until we provide them with a home that has the best fit for them. I have affinity for animals and will do whatever it takes to protect and care for them.For these reasons I’ve selected

On a sunny summer day I was in a car with my grandmother heading towards aunt Debby’s house. On the way there, my grandmother told me, Ollie, my aunt’s weiner dog has given birth to her first litter. She has given birth to six puppies. Unfortunately the father was a chihuahua. When we got to their one story house, Ollie came outside to greet us by licking our faces. We came inside the house it was small, There was one bathroom, three bedrooms, a small kitchen, and a small living room. The bedrooms were kind of messy. Ollie went in one of the bedrooms, so I decided to follow her. When Ollie and I came into the room, I saw the puppies! They were in a big soft blanket covered kid pool. For some odd reason there was only four puppies, so I asked

On one beautiful, sunny day this past summer I was swimming with some friends on the Mad River in Vermont. It was a bluebird day and towering green mountains stretched for as far as the eye could see. I had been swimming and swinging off the rope swing for about an hour when is noticed my dog, Mahi was looking dejected in the shade. I then decided to take her for a walk. I ran up to my car fast like a cheetah and grabbed my fishing rod and Mahi’s leash.

Boom! The car door slammed and then I saw the DOG! I couldn’t believe that I actually got to see him! I was so HAPPY! When I looked outside I saw Woody get out of the car and I said “WOODY’S HERE!” and then I see him sniffing to get used to the yard. I was talking to my brother’s friend because he was scared of Woody He said “I’m scared” I said “He is a really nice dog.” Woody is light brown and has a white chest and white toes. I was sooo happy it felt like 1 billion years before he came in. It felt like that because I have always wanted a dog. I was thinking to myself what it would be like to have a dog for one week and a half! “Kayla do you think Woody will like C.J. and Chloe?” “I don’t know” Kayla said I was thinking how fun it would be to have a dog in the house 1 ½ weeks! “I am really excited!” I declared “Me too” Ben and Kayla said at the same time. My brother and sister were excited too but I knew I was the most excited! “When are they ever going to come in?” Ben said. “Don’t you have a baseball game?” I asked “Yea” Ben stated We were looking out the window still, and my dad and his uncle were talking and I was getting very impatient. “ I wish we could go outside.” I said. “I wonder why we can’t?!” Kayla said We were told to stay inside otherwise I would be out that door right when Woody got there!

As i moved down the street i smiled as the sun beamed down on me. I could hear the school bus behind me leaving as it whooshed away. I looked up so the sun as i walked i spun around because it has been a long day. How could this day get bad i thought? Birds chirping, as i could see my house it was light blue and smelled like fall, i loved fall and the cool air. I went and the aroma of vanilla scent from all the candles then i heard my mom call but i yelled “hi” over her blaring music. Then i saw her painting in my room so i said, “cool but i'm going to feed the dog be back”. I go outside and there is my beauty my lovely golden dog he was a pit bull and he was a good dog i went over to his huge dog cage. I opened it and my lovely puppy galloped up to me and i hugged him and feed him i also brought him inside but then i sat down and fell asleep with my dog on my lap. When i woke up he was gone then my mom walked in so did my grandma she asked if i wanted to go to halys and harleys. I yelled, “yes of course because they were good friends plus i liked there pit bull !” I yelled because of the music still on.

Tears running down his sweet innocent face and Jerry’s hands wouldn't stop trembling. I called for his name, but it was no use my hope was all lost I couldn't find him. Even though I didn't want to give up just yet, I was exhausted, looked at my watch,it was five in the morning . So I carried my poor sleeping dog and walked home crying. I went to bed and slept for a good three hours trying to forget

I couldn’t imagine that I would have ever seen a tractor flying through the air, let alone a tractor landing just inches away from the room where my family was taking shelter. All of those childhood memories just gone just like that. My little sister Harper was crying to my mother saying “Mommy Mommy can it stop can it stop?” she wailed. I know this might seem crazy but that moment it just felt like time paused. And then my mother was crying to my father saying “Honey we lost her!” my mother cried.

I did my best to straighten up a bit for my impromptu guest; quickly discarding a few empty low balls that had marked their territory on the old coffee table with rings of dried condensation. The single bed and bath apartment wasn 't particularly large but it was open with only a short wall separating the living area from the kitchen. The aforementioned bedroom and bathroom being the only rooms that were completely enclosed. The living area doubled as my office and with a bit creative decorating, didn 't feel as cluttered as it truly was. A large wooden desk found residence at the back of the room, my hand-me-down office chair and two gently used wooden chairs sat on opposite sides of the wooden center piece. A dark brown leather sectional took the for front and served as make shift seating for waiting clients, not that there were ever any waiting.

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.

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.

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