Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

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

“Because that’s what it looks like,” I bawled, irritated when I sensed the laughter my son sucked in. “You three are all in cahoots; anyone can tell that. You knuckleheads just don’t want to admit it, that I’m right.” I jested with a mother’s omniscience right to do so, then I softened, with a mother’s omniscience will to do so, too.

When my parents decided I had become old enough to safely wield a pole with a small but hurtful hooked object on a string, I began fishing. At first I only wanted to fish because I was not allowed to, but after I tried it for the first time I became fascinated with the mechanics. With our small, skinny, breakable-looking poles, we could pull mysterious, flopping beasts out of the water that would otherwise swim beneath the surface, undetectable. During the fall and winter months, my father, my sister, and I would frequently take our fishing poles down to the creek behind our house in hope of catching salmon and any other wondrous kinds of fish that frequented the cool waters.

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.

“Hey dad can I ride my bike to Audra’s a house to see if hangout today?”, I asked my dad.

My bare feet crossed over the double yellow lines of the busy road that divided the parking lot and the bay as I carried my flip-flops in one hand and my phone in the other. The burning sun directed its rays towards my shoulders and I could feel my skin getting hotter by the second. I watched as my family and neighbors began crossing the rickety bridge that led to the dock and just as it had in the car, my mind began to race. I couldn’t help but think of all the shark attacks that had occurred in South Carolina this summer and I avoided going in the ocean the whole vacation because of that. I am absolutely terrified of sharks.

Obediently, Blondie increased his speed and – I noticed – his pleasure. His mouth was opening soundlessly now, another sign of his enjoyment I knew so well. He was breathing heavily too. Felatina kept him rowing and rowing, to the point where I thought he was going to spray his love juice. However, the potion was working well and although he showed all the physical signs of being close to orgasm, the actual event was not happening. I smiled at Marianna as we giggled about what kind of sensation that must be for a man.

I rolled out of bed and landed on the ruff discoloured carpet; I hadn 't vacuumed in months. I got up. I stretched out my ridged body. I fumbled to the door, not being bothered to switch on the lights. My tongue was dry and I needed something to quench my thirst- soda. Once I entered the hallway, I was assailed by a blinding light coming from Savannah 's, my sister 's bedroom. Curious - I made my way towards her room as my eyes adjusted to the new-found brightness.

It was a nice, toasty spring day. The sun was shining and there was a cool breeze blowing through my hair. I was on my way back from Donnie Ronald’s annual Guns and BBQ, where all the local guys come and shoot guns in Donnie’s basement gun range. Walking home I started to get a little hungry, I decided to take a shortcut knowing there would be some deer at the river. I walked through the swampy area of the Big Cypress Swamps just north of the Everglades. I had my military boots on and was prepared to go through the wet muddy area, with my gun and my knife, I was prepared for alligators and snakes. As I walked along the path, there was an eerie abundance of beavers.Maybe I was just very hungry, but they all looked delicious, so I shot one and put it in a bag to take home for mama to cook for me. I guess they got mad at me for that, because they sure did retaliate. About an hour later, once I was on the way home, I was on the path and I heard a big crack. It felt a giant icepick hit me in the back and I fell in pain. A tree about four feet in diameter fell on my chest. Struggling to breathe, I tried to push it off my chest but it wouldn 't budge. As I attempted to push this massive tree off of myself, I heard what sounded like chuckling.As I turned my head to turned to the right, I saw a group of beavers, sitting and laughing. One of the beavers marched over and grabbed the bag with my dead beaver dinner.The

Swing. My overly excited mother pried the drawn curtains open, sunlight flooding in through the glass. My eyelids fluttered at the bright, beaming light streaming in through the window. I gazed out, only to be met with vast, barren land. I sighed in boredom. God, I hoped South Australia was better than this. The busload was teeming with noise, buzzing with energy. The variation of languages seemed to combine together in one sound of gibberish, the cacophonous chattering of excited tourists made my head throb. The smell of nauseating, cheesy potato chips combined with the gritty smell of exhaust fumes laced the air. I closed my eyes, the warmth of the sun engulfing me in its kind embrace. As I slowly fell into a deep sleep, I thought about my adventures to come. School was out, and I was free, and I couldn’t wait to get away from it all.

It was a chilly afternoon in Santa Rosa, the branches of trees--stripped of their leaves--hovered over the ground like bonyF wooden fingers while the cool wind drifted and moaned. I sat in my parents room watching my favorite Mexican telenovela, with my little sister, who has always been close and clingy to me. My father entered into the room and requested me to pause the television.

I don’t know how I got to where I am, but I’m here now, and I have to win if I want to live. I am in a game, and in order to live, I have to escape. That’s the thing, though: I don’t know how to escape. I was running for my life around this old house that looked like it came straight out of a horror movie. I doubled over and held my head in pain as I saw the static, which meant it was coming. I was being chased by what looked like a person but in no way acted like one. Just as it was about to appear, I saw a box underneath a table, in a room that looked like the living room. I quickly grabbed the box and, as it appeared, I slammed my fist down on the button on top of the box. As a large plume of smoke erupted from the box, I figured I had a chance to run. I took this chance to run back to where my friends were, though when I got there, all that happened was my friends and I crouching over in pain, holding our heads again. This time there wasn’t anything I could use to escape. Now I was curled up on the floor waiting for this thing to eat me, as it was kneeling over my trembling body. I saw a glowing green necklace around his neck , and I thought that this was my ticket to escape. I grabbed the necklace, brought my leg up and kicked it’s torso as hard as I could. I held the necklace, grabbed my friends and somehow teleported out and back to the military base where we worked.

I was used to moving round, having a mother who liked to travel more than making roots was something I had gotten used to. Still, I had never gotten used to the loneliness of an empty house when she was out exploring, or the feeling of leaving behind someone who could have meant something to me.

I decided to go for my usual desk in every classroom; all the way in the back, since it was the best location to really observe people. Looking around the room, there were roughly twenty of us in attendance, quite unusual for such a big ass classroom. Even stranger was the fact half of us were male and the other half female. It’s like it was planned from the beginning.

“Ma’am, we’re doing everything we can. Please, remain calm.” The police officer ordered, pushing me back onto the hot, dry cracked desert floor. I struggled against the officer’s force, sending pleas and cries into the empty valley, echoing. And one after another, more police officers swarmed me like moths to a light, tackling me, restraining me against my own will.