Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

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.

His palm imprinted through layers of my skirt and lace panties onto my arse cheek.

I am instantly met with unbearable pain in my head as I awake. I feel as if I am having an ongoing brain freeze and… wait no, that’s is not the right metaphor to use, it makes it sound like it’s a lot less painful than it really is. Rather, I feel like I have just been hit by a train going 200 miles faster than normal. I don’t understand why, but I’m so exhausted, as if I haven’t slept in days.

Santa Clause leaned his head against the sled, letting out a long sigh. It had been a tough evening so far. The northern hemisphere was down, but he still had one more hemisphere to go, and he had no idea what might be in store for him there. Santa’s thoughts ran to-and-fro from what if I never reach all the kids on time or what if the kids begin to lose faith in me? So, he quickly picked up his reins and gave them a slap, “whoop, whoop,” he called out to his reindeers, but exhaustion was creeping in. He noticed the fluffy clouds taking the forms of little children and candy canes, train sets, and teddy bears. His eyelids grew too heavy to keep them open, and his head dropped to one side. Santa fell into a deep slumber…

“I can’t believe they don’t have any plum cake,” Jack Dandy said angrily, looking at the plum cake decorations hanging above his head. “I can 't believe they don 't have any either! You should talk to the store owner, Venny, I bet he has some hidden somewhere for himself!” Handy Pandy said with his hands behind his back. Venny tries to see Handy’s hands, but his view is obstructed by a shelf. “Okay, good idea. Hey, Venny! You don 't have any plum cakes!” Jack said forcefully as he hip-hops over. “Woah there, calm down it is just a plum cake, but there should be some right over there by those shelves,” Venny says. “I was just over there, what do you think you can lie to me right to my face?” Jack said, outraged. “Excuse me, sir, but you

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.

I sat in our freezing basement. Goosebumps layered my body and I began to shake. A light lit up the dark room and I listened to the footsteps walking down the steep stairs.

I frown. He’s lying. Anyone looking at him could tell he isn’t fine, but before I can say anything Adam pushes himself to his feet. When he walks forward, he leans into the wall and lets out a groan.

This was perfect I was at my old high school talking to my crush Lisa Benfield, she was laughing at the funny joke I told her and Jase was their trying hard to get Lisa 's attion but I had it all. I was wearing my varsity jacket with the number one on it and my name as I was walking Lisa to class I saw out the corner of my Jase crying like a little baby and then it happened I was going to ask Lisa to the prom.

I awakened in a cold sweat, breathing tough while clutching the blankets with white knuckles. I quickly glanced from left to right, my heart only beginning to slack after I realized I was awake. Carefully stepping out of bed, still reeling from the frightening movie my brain played while I slept, I peaked toward the door and froze. Something conveyed the impression that something was different regarding my room though I couldn’t put my finger on it. Pulling a blanket around my body, I attempted to block out the frigid air and overcome my shivering.The sun barely peeked through the closed blinds of my window. It was still early dawn.

Passengers dozed peacefully in the cramped, cold, and dark cabin, eye masks on. A sudden jolt, riveting the plane, spurred only a few grumbling snorts from the unconscious travelers. The engines droned while chatty flight attendants gossiped behind a curtain.

As I stepped off the airplane I felt the heat hit me like a bus. All of the blazing humidity was overwhelming. With every step I took, I felt overwhelmed. Everything was different here-from the heat to the smell. As everyone was rushing off the planes to get to customs, I watched them speaking to fellow passengers in their native language-Spanish. After going through customs and getting my passport checked I was startled by this huge crowd of people waiting behind a gate for family and friends. As my group and I walked by I saw all these faces of Salvadoran people. While waiting for our bus to arrive, I looked around this unfamiliar place. The stands up, around the room selling food, the people coming to and from the airport, the openness that leaded right out to the parking lot of the airport. Soon a heavy rainfall began. My body was happy the rain was here because the heat was really beginning to be really staggering. About an hour later, our bus had finally arrived. While boarding the bus I was greeted by a short woman with a Spanish accent,

Once we were out in the open air, I was met with an overwhelming sense of exhilaration. The blaring alarms continued to screech in the distance, as the castle seemed to stir awake, most likely with the news that there was a prisoner that escaped. The fear inside me had subsided to a pulsing sense of alertness. Out of the sprawling grounds of the manor, we ran at full speed ahead. He took my hand in his, dragging me along beside him as we hastened through the narrow alleyways of the nearby villages. Panting with exertion as I flew down the slippery roads, my mind drifted away as thoughts came to me, bits and pieces of memories. I had wanted to slow down, just for a split second, to revel in this moment: the firm press of his palm against

It was a crisp morning in the first week of June, 2014. With her step-mom and father, Oriana and I got into the car at four o’clock in the morning and set out for the Eppley Airfield in Nebraska. The lengthy drive was masked by exotic dreams of Europe as Oriana and I slept soundly in the backseat of their champagne Cadillac. Before we knew it, the sun was creeping up from behind the scenery, eloquently painting the sky with vibrant tones of red, orange, and purple.