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

"No, not at all, everything's fine here. I called you...for. Ah... Remember something? You promised... at the last time on phone."

"I’d have been here sooner, but I was waiting for a guy to get back to me," Jay said taking a seat next to Rhonda. "Miss me?"

Thursday June 30th I received a call from Kalene, where she explained to me briefly regarding a situation that has come to light involving Suzanne Hurd, Jacqueline Hicks, Laura Spencer, and Amanda McElvoy. Kalene ask if I could meet with Suzie in the CCC conference room, and I agreed to meet.

Loving Jed was so easy but letting go seems to be impossible. We loved each other and we also tore each other down. It was hard, hard to admit to making any mistakes and hard to forgive. I wish I would have done things differently. That I would have fought back to show that cared, but I didn't have it in me. I wish that I didn't expect so much from him. I wish that I would have made his problem's as significant as mine. I’m growing as person and I wanted to see him grow with me.

“You heard me on the phone didn’t you?” I start the conversation getting straight into the subject.

When Wyatt left, you had nothing to do but to cheer him up and make him feel like his decision was the right one, even if you wished he would stay back. You respected his decision and I don’t know how you managed to do it. You also deal with me. I know what I’m going to do with my life and where I'm going to college and what my job path is going to look like. You, on the other hand, you didn’t decide what to do with your life, but you kept calm and always acted like you knew what you were doing. You eventually waited and now you have a great life and a great job and college

"It's nice to see you again as well Mrs. Fuentes," I replied as she released me.

“Never thought I would hear from you again.” I dryly chuckled upon answering the phone.

“I feel good.” Sabra replied. “I’m honestly glad you’re back in Costelios. Making new friends is such a hassle, promise me you’re staying this time.”

“I’ve picked up a few new clients, so I’ve had to put in a lot more hours. It is easing up some since I’ve gotten all the programs written. It will be mostly maintenance going forward. I’ve also finished planting the garden. The green onions, spinach, and tomatoes are ready. I’ll pick some for dinner. I can incorporate them into our meal. You saw how far I’ve gotten on the herb garden, almost there.”

River and I were perfect together, always laughing and having fun, making memories. I always thought we were made for each other because I loved him and he loved me. He was supposed to keep his promise, but promises are made to be broken……..right?

“I'm heading back to New Orleans from visiting my sister in Greenville,” I say lightening the mood a little. “She just had a baby with her husband so I went to go see my new niece.”

Calliope sat straight up in a cold sweat her shoulder length hair cling to her head, she panted eyes wide in panic. Her hands clasped over her mouth stifling a scream. Calming down from her momentary hysteria and with a deep breath she examine her surrounding pristine blue above her, deep green grass a long with some wild flowers swayed around her. Standing up on wobbly legs she tried to remember where she was but, her mind drawing a blank on anything beyond her name. Walking down a small slope she saw clear body of water.

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.