Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

‘Well I think that's enough adventure for today let's go inside it's getting a little dark. I don't want Grandma knowing about this. She would kill me and you!”

Her grandma continues to walk around in the store, Lucy’s following her and touching the clothes as she’s walking. Her mom is around here somewhere...but she doesn’t know where. She looks around but keeps following her grandma. “Do you know where mom is?” Her grandma asks her. She shakes her head, “No,” Lucy replied.

It was taking a long time to find the right address because the GPS had taken us to the wrong house. We pulled into the driveway and typed it in again. Mom was so tired that she kept dozing off as well, so Callie was in charge of keeping her awake. Every time she’d tap on her shoulder, Mom would say something along the lines of, “I know, I know! We are almost there.” It was around one in the morning when we arrived at grandpa’s house.

We took grandpa down to the lake knowing it would be one of his last time’s looking over the lake. He had a cup of water that he was drinking. I was sitting in front of him, enjoying the sun starting to set. As I watched the sun sink below the lake, I felt a splash of cold hit me. I turned around and saw a huge smile on my grandpa’s face. He was holding the now empty cup in the air laughing. As everyone had realized what had happened he said, “Gotcha!”

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 turn and walk away when I get to the shed and reach up to the top shelf I go to grab the rails. Then i hear something behind me in the corn. I look down at strom her fur is standing and her back is arched, at this point i'm very scared. As I look back up at the corn I see an eyeball. I grab the rest of the rolls, then run back to the house and drop the food all over the porch. I lean against the house by this time I am breathing so heavily, i stand there for a minute to catch my breath. When i catch my breath, pick the rolls up and take them inside. I gave the rolls to my mother then went up to my room and calm down. By the time I calm down mom calls me down for supper. I walk down the stairs and walk into the dining room/kitchen and see momma granny and my papa sitting at the table napkins in their laps ready to eat, i politely say “sorry it took me so long.” momma says”It’s fine sweetheart.” i sit down and put my napkin on my lap. After dinner, I sneak a roll for the person in the shed and put it in the napkin. Then I tell momma that she could go sit down and I would clean the table. She leaves the room and I hurry up and clean up. I pick up the napkin with food in it put a blanket around me, grab a lamp, and run outside. As soon as I get in the shed I open the napkin and lay it out in front of the corn, nothing happens so I say if you eat this I will bring you food every night until you can leave. Then i get up and

I went into the living room to let the mom outside to use the restroom. Came back in the my grandma’s bedroom.” My mammie , said to go check on the puppies

My Grandma Mary was sitting there in the car, waiting for me. I quickly walked over to the car, opened up the backdoor, and put my stuff inside the car, and shut the door. I opened up the front door, got in, and shut the door. “Well hello. How was your day?” my grandma

It was early in the morning and my mom called me down for breakfast “Ben come down for breakfast” she said. I can downstairs to another command “Ben g\o get napkins from the basement” “do I have to” I said then my mom gave me the just do it look which means you should really do it or i'll be mad . When i got in the basement I thought to myself I can’t reach the napkins now can so for some reason i decided to try to get them from on top of a old creaky wood stool. I took a step and almost slipped already due to the dust but i still kept going.

One Saturday I decided to go over to my friend Anne’s house. When I arrived I knocked on her door, Anne's mom, Mrs. Cazzato, answered. “Hi Emma,” Mrs.Cazzato said. “Hi Mrs.Cazzato,” I replied, I was just looking for Anne.” “She’s just out back,” explained Mrs.Cazzato. “Okay,” I responded, “Thank you!” I went around back and Anne was swinging on her swing. “Hi,” I said. “Hi,” she replied. I went over and sat on the swing beside her, Anne asked, “Do you want to go for a walk in the forest?” “Sure,” I said half scared half excited. “I have never been in the forest before,” I explained. “I’ve been in the forest lots of times before and it’s not that bad,” Anne explained.

My dad and I went to go down into the ranch to check the cows and the horse. My dad told me, “Open all the gates.” The gate is made of pipes and is taller than me. It is cold and it is heavy and the latch has to be unsnapped in order to open it. I walked up to the gate so Dad could drive through.

Once upon a time there was a little girl name Fran. Fran always dreams of a wonderful place called Ithersa. In Ithersa everywhere you see there were little people like fairies and fruit creatures. It’s a beautiful place with its growing trees and the sunshine, which made everyone happy every day. But one day Fran was walking through the woods trying to find her kitten Mr. Midnight that got lost. While walking through the woods Fran found Mr. Midnight scared and lost beside a willow tree. When Fran found Mr. Midnight she asked “Are you okay my kitten?” “Yes I am okay Fran but we have to be careful out here. When I was trying to find my way home I saw something in the distance.” “What did you see?”She asked. Mr. Midnight replied and said “I don’t

We didn’t know where you were. Don’t ever run off like that again.” Scolded grandpa,

Grandma’s house was probably a lot like your Grandma’s house. Right when I walked in, it was like the oven just spit out its first batch of cookies. The warmth and smell of the house came from that oven. It was older than Grandma was. It squeaked and hissed every time it opened. The oven was so ugly, no one would ever believe the beautiful things it could make. The boys would be in the living room yelling and shouting while watching basketball, football, hockey, or any other professional or college sport there is, occasionally stopping in to steal some

I was sitting on the floor with my legs straight out, and I noticed her looking at me. I said what is it, Grandma? Then I got that response. I was shocked and said, Grandma! She laughed at me then, but I suppose I looked like a giant to her. She was only around five foot, and I was five foot seven with long legs. Grandma was a young woman in the 1920’s when women go the right to vote, but as far as I know, she never did. She never learned to drive but years ago they would walk down to the main highway and catch a bus to town, or someone would pick them up. The buses that ran from Little Rock to Hot Springs and back would stop anywhere along the road to pick people up. Neighbors all knew each other back then and would stop and pick people up. They were poor and while shopping at the local country store and the owner made fun of her old coat. Her reply was, “That’s ok. One day there will be a lot of people in Hell wishing it was cold enough to wear a coat.” Another story was from the same store and man. She took a package of meat back because it was spoiled. She slapped it on the counter and said, “Johnny, this meat is sow’s tits, and the old man won’t eat it.” He replied, “Okay, Mrs. Shelton.” I never heard such language from her, and I am sure Johnny had not either. She was a soft-spoken, quiet, and religious person. As I told you during our conversation, Grandma Shelton had a beautiful dark complexion with black hair and eyes. She had long