Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

“Well then I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you seem to have found a new friend” Bryson adds. At this I look behind me to see a girl, about our age, covered in clown face paint, on our looking at her she let’s forth a high pitched giggle

Tyler asked me if it's fine if Matteo hangs out with us. In my mind, i was like oh god yes! But of course i didnt say that out loud.

I didn’t know if Dale and I were out on a date or just spending time with each other. opening doors, holding out my chair, me snatching him back before he walks into a light pole, in front of a moving car, or trip over the sidewalk all because he kept looking at me. I didn’t know if I was flattered (highly) or frighten (highly as well). When hours or days go by and with me only remembering him opening his car door on a bright sunny day as I was getting into and… Dale opens the car door for me at night to getting out, what girl wouldn’t be a bit spooked. I knew I was in love with Dale and not just because of his good looks, had blinding smile, or his lips kissing me felt… Let’s leave the turning my legs to soft dough out of this conversation. What girl wouldn’t fall to pieces the way he lifts my leg. However, but something just didn’t feel… right. Tonight we were having dinner at his house and then to the movies.

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

Nolan's hand cupped my cheek as his lips moved against mine desperately. An unsettling and fluttering feeling came inside me, shutting my eyes and making me lean into him. One of my hands rest on his chest which was rising and falling at the same accelerating speed as mine whereas his other hand was wrapped around my waist, pressing our bodies close to each other. We had managed to go behind the curtain, not caring what the people in the house thought. The tender yet passionate kiss filled in all the missing warmth in my body. I don't know what came over me as I slowly brought my hands up to his hair, returning the kiss.

Charlie nodded as she tried to swallow past the lump in her throat. “You’re a good friend, Jeremy. Now, let’s go try to enjoy some of this party while we can.”

“Umm ok,” she says with a confused face. My hands are shaking and sweet is slowly dripping down my head. I have never felt so awkward in my life. We walk through town just talking about school and other boring topics until I decide to cut the small talk and stop about 50 metres away from Jack Loniel’s house.

Craig says, “It was nice meeting you two, I’m sure we can do more in the future.”

Your hands tangled in his hair as you felt his lips trail down across your chin, over the span of your throat, nipping gently on the skin of your neck. Alex felt you gulp, felt the quickening of your pulse and you did snap, letting out a throaty moan, so goddamn needy for him and he hasn’t done much more than kissing, he felt so lucky to be the one to make you feel like this.

“Baby?” He calls out to me. Before I respond I hear shuffle in the background.

“Smart move Cheerio.” He said. I laughed and he hugged me. It felt nice. I took in a deep breath. I don’t know why I loved how Vague smelled. I always found myself inhaling deeply around him. He just made me feel safe. I nuzzled into him and he rubbed my back.

He sat, allowing her to dig her fingers deep into his flesh. Samantha stared into the distance, speaking to Max, yet also reassuring herself.

I’m reeled into him, like there’s an invisible string attached between us, my back bowing as I tilt my head back, offering myself, inviting him to dip his head, close that breadth of space between us, and let our lips say hello.

The conversation lulled, both taking several bites in silence before it was broken. “Say, Matt, I know your normal demeanor is shy and all, and that’s awesome, but you’ve been a little... Off,” Gilbert wondered around his fork, eyeing the blond in front of him.

I turn and start walking back down the walkway towards the street. I look over my shoulder and give a wave before running down the street to a nearby park that was empty. I stop in the