Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

I looked around. "Yeah, maybe." She threw out her cigarette and nodded to me before walking back into her room. I stood outside, just watching room five. *What the hell could be in there?* I leaned against the door, put my ear to it and I listened. It was silent for a short while, but I heard a muffled knock come from inside. I continued to listen. Another knock. Then another knock. And then, complete silence. I kept my ear at the door, just listening, waiting. Another knock, but this time, it was against the door. I jumped back, shocked by what had just happened. I knew there was somebody or something in there and the fact that I didn't know who or what it was, had me completely horrified. I just wanted to get far away from that motel.

I’m in a dark, damp room that looks nothing like my own. A tiny, dirty window lets in a ray of light. A machine attached to the wall flashes a little red light in time to the deafening beeps. I start to panic. Where am I? What happened? Was I kidnapped? I try to think of where I was last, but all I can remember is getting into my peaceful bed at-

It was just me and Bob sitting in my house when I got a phone call. The phone call was from my friend Tyler, he wanted to know if I wanted to go explore an abandoned house down his street. So I said yes, then Bob and I got on our bikes and headed towards Tyler’s house. When we got there Tyler met us outside and then we all walked down his street. As we were walking Tyler explained to us why we were going into the house he said that the house was abandoned, that it was like a maze, and that people who went in never came out.

In the morning, Caireann woke me up. She stood above my bed, shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes, looking at her. Then I looked across the room to her empty bed. Andy 's empty bed sat in the corner. I swallowed, climbing out of bed.

The word lost was becoming more operative by the moment. The morning 's ice fishing over at nearby North Pond had been fine. After I ate my fish cakes back in my cabin at Mohawk Mountain, heat radiating from the wood stove, I 'd felt warm enough to peel down to a t-shirt and read. That was this morning.

Sometimes I wounder what love is. Sometimes I wounder if I will ever feel the emotion, or if the emotion is a figment of peoples imaginations. Like some kind of god, you wish him to be up in heaven with his angels so badly that you see unicorns where there are meerly horses. Of coarse, who am I to judge what others think to be true, because if you want it bad enough, your mind may trick you, and who is to say that that is less real than the fact that the sky is blue or that my hair is blond? No one.

"Olivia!" A shout rang through the house. It was a bright morning, the smell of autumn and school in the air as the morning of the first day of school began. Olivia happily sat up in her bed as soon as she heard her mother calling from down stairs. She hadn 't slept a wink the night before from complete excitement. Her first day of high school had come and she couldn 't wait to get it started. "Olivia!" The call came again, "Get up to get ready for school!" Her mother downstairs said as she began making a nice breakfast.

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.”

“Brrr.” I shivered when I stepped into the shallow water. After 30 seconds, though, I adjusted.

Seeking Santa a spot near the radiator, behind the chair,my hiding place each Christmas Eve,in my dreams is always there.with twinkling lights reflecting off the icicles,so many, the star that shone so bright ontop, the gifts beneath, aplenty.I 'd sit there waiting, eager to see, the jollyold elf who seemed to know me, no movewould I make, not a peep nor a soundin case Santa came and I would be found.quiet and warm and tucked in tight, I 'dwait there alone in the dark on that night,sure I would see him, and he 'd not see me,but not once in my life was that ever to be.For I 'd just blink my eyes and open to see theChristmas sunrise was waiting for me.the cookies all eaten, the milk gone as well,like my hopes of a story that I 'd never tell,of the time I saw Santa, saw him comewatched him go, and the secret ofChristmas that I finally know...

"Alright, alright. I 'm up now," I quietly say to my annoying alarm clock as I turn it off. My charm bracelet is on the beside table along with the clock, the zodiac charms jingle slightly as I slip it onto my wrist . I make my way over to the small dresser in my room and pick out my outfit for the day. The usual sweatshirt and jeans will do for today, I decide to myself.

Upon arriving at a two- story house located in a small suburb in the middle of the scorching Arizona desert. You can see one big window from the outside of the house, similar to the size of a fifty-inch TV. Little do you know that behind those windows lies a room filled with peace, security, and warmth. Therefore, your curiosity peaks and decides to explore the enchanting room. As you enter the house you see a stair case to your left about ten steps from the main door. After you make the journey through all of the sixteen steps, you see a room to your right that captivates your attention. You take nine steps to the right, which leads you inside an illuminated room covered in fluffy almond wash carpet. You encounter many items that catch your attention.

As I opened my eyes I saw nothing but darkness. It surrounded me, comforted me, and urged me to go back to sleep. Then, I heard my Dad’s voice cutting through the pitch black. “Are you still going?” he asked. I rolled over and let out a sleepy moan. He asked again, “Do you still want to go?” I nodded my head and attempted to arouse my brain. “Alright, if you are sure you want to.” he mumbled apprehensively as he walked out of my room. I closed my eyes and began to drift back to sleep. I caught myself drifting and threw off the mountain of covers I was buried under. The cool air of my room hit me and woke me instantly. My feet hit the ice cold floor and goose bumps appeared instantly on my skin. It was 5:00 a.m. on December

It was already dark outside after an overtime shift at work, I couldn’t find any ride

My grandpa parked the car outside his home after a 12-hour drive from the Chennai International Airport to pick me up from my journey halfway across the world. The front house door swung open to reveal my grandmother who was waiting for us. We warmly greeted each other, and I took my suitcase inside. My grandparents went to the second floor of their house to unlock a room for my stay. As I waited in the living room, my eyes caught a flicker of movement inside the kitchen. I cautiously stood up and slowly snuck up the hallway. I imagined an infinite number of possibilities of who might be in the house. Who could it be? A thief? I peeked around the corner of the kitchen to find the refrigerator door open with a long furry tail flailing outside of it. As I craned my neck to look further, I realized I was staring at a monkey helping himself to food from the refrigerator! I then noticed a couple of more monkeys foraging through my grandmother’s spice cabinets. I tried to figure out what to do, when all of a sudden, my grandpa, poised with a long wooden stick, ran past me, fiercely yelling, “AHHHHHHHHHH!” to scare away the monkeys. The monkeys, now caught red-handed, froze and stared at my grandpa for a millisecond, then bound for an open window in the kitchen with stuffed cheeks and hands filled with bouquets of food. I stood and wondered if this was what the rest of my trip would be like. Little did I know of what was to come. All I knew for sure was that my