Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

I watched as her eyes lit up at my offer, nearly bouncing up and down. She was excited and couldn’t seem to stop smiling at me.

The room went silent, as if in anticipation. Dan's mother's eye turned dark and unreadable. It was hard to tell where her look of confusion ended and her look of fear started. Squatting down to Dan's eye level, Mrs. Howell

Her personal appearance was our first clue. Her hair was often uncombed, her makeup smeared, and her clothes, dirty and outdated.

The pungent, earthy aroma in the air announced the approaching storm. Casey shivered as the temperature dropped, several degrees, and she pulled her sweater tighter across her chest.

Despite the fact, she had her face heavily made up or “fleeky” in her own words, her beauty captivated anyone: family, friends, suitors, strangers. She had an air the way she sashayed into the dorm’s steps, hair swaying side to side, attracting the eyes of passers by.

This afternoon I went down to give her her food, but I couldn't take it anymore. I just had to set her back to her room right next to mine. She didn’t look to well. Her beautiful light brown hair looked dull and had lost its natural shine. Those beautifully kissable lips were pulled into a frown and her brow kept twitching as if she was having a nightmare.

The memories of that night came tumbling back into her mind in technicolour. Her Master had bathed her and dried her, then bound her gently, wrists behind her back. She could see her naked reflection in the mirror, large breasts, trim waist and ample hips, her chestnut curls partially covering her

Once, in the ninth grade, I came home in the evening and couldn’t find my mother inside.

I looked at my mom’s face, you could see one tear roll out of the corner of her eye. She stared at the water, then looked

“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

Mya glanced up with a delighted smirk on her face, more than likely because a conversation had been stirred.

When I was a young child, my family and I would travel to Vermont to stay with my grandparents. They lived on a mountain a little way out from the small town of Troy, Vermont. The land overflowed with the most beautiful trees and wildlife that I have ever seen. My grandfather protected his lands, he ensured that no one would hunt on them so that the animals would be safe from poachers. I would sit outside in the grass of our backyard clearing and just stare out into the wilderness that surrounded me. Some of my cousins felt scared of the woods, but I loved them like they were a part of me. For hours, I would gaze into the trees and watch the wild creatures, it was peace for me. Deer’s would come so close to the clearing that I could see

Okay, for you to understand this, I’m going to have to give you the names of all the people I’ll be talking about. Mum’s name is Ivana, Ivana Twydell. My sister is Meg, her boyfriend called himself Kole but I first knew him as Mr. Dunport - Declan Dunport . . .

Uncle Hyunwoo tutted in annoyance when the lead of his pencil snapped while finishing a Sudoku he had started in the morning. He glanced at the clock: 7:38 pm. Hyunjung had told him she was staying another two hours after school, so he expected her to have been back by 6:45 at the latest and it had now been almost more than an hour since then.

bathroom where she stood staring into the mirror, waves of black pin curls cascading to her