Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

Days later, i made my decision to fly. It was risky for me but I wanted to get there as fast as possible. I was packing my bags day after day, night after night. When everything was done and over with, I got the rest of my things and said goodbye, I’ll

The pilot said, “Ready for take off!” I was dreading those words and the day in which I had to leave everything behind. How could I leave Colombia? My house? My family? My friends? My whole life?

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

After an hour the plane was getting a little bumpy. I had no idea if that was normal. So I just ignored it. I didn't want my paranoia creeping in on this amazing trip. Only 11 hours till Rome.

I step off the plane grateful for the safe landing as I wait for the my family to get out of the plane, my little brother comes out with his hair all messed up and matted from the long flight, he gets airsick . While we walk to the baggage claim I look around trying to absorb everything around me thinking, “so this is what it's like in America”. Remembering how sad it was to leave behind all my friends especially Claire and Bella, the airport in France was just a cryfest, we were hugging so long they had to ask us to stop unless we wanted to miss the flight. They both shouted YES! But I knew I had to go, I waved to them until they were just little specks in the backround.

As I walked quickly to the arrivals, my suitcase making skid marks on the terminal floor, I couldn't fathom the thought of waiting another second for this adventure. For what felt like hours of waiting, my aunt had finally picked me up. It was a three and a half hour drive to Mark Twain National Forest and I watched through the window as the sky changed into a colorful painting of pinks and blues. The fresh air of the Midwest ran through my veins and I felt like I was home again.

My family and I were so excited that we didn't even sleep the night before. We spent our Thursday night watching movies and talking about what are plans were for the trip. Once the clock hit 4 o'clock in the morning , we left our house and were on our way to the airport. The airport was quiet and peaceful. I could smell the freshly brewed coffee once I set foot in the airport. We checked in, then waited patiently for our flight to board. Suddenly we heard on the overhead speaker, “Flight to New York, New York is now boarding, Flight to New York, New York now boarding.” Once we boarded the plane, we settled in and got comfy. The flight was fairly smooth with little turbulence and the sweet sound of babies crying filled my ears. Once we heard the pilot's voice telling the crew to prepare for landing, my excitement grew big.

Running down the airport halls anxiety blights my heart pulsing with fear that the vacation we planned for months may be delayed indeterminately, fortunately we arrived to the security screening and passed through with only minor annoyances and eventually tracked down our gate where we was supposed to board my heart was as suddenly reconciled of the disturbance as a tranquil ocean in the aftermath of a terrible

Acquiring our seats at the far end of the plane, my worst fears are now coming apparent. I tuned to my mother for a reassuring smile, only to be met face-to-face with the flight attendant. “Would you like a bag of peanuts? A glass of wine?” she pressed, extending her hand full of treats. Politely declining, I shift my head towards the glass of wonders. Take off. Peering at the everlasting sky sucked you in like a drain sucks water from the tap. Stars seemed so much more apparent in contrast to the velvet black sky; reminding me of diamonds. The roaring of the engines sent chills up the back of my spine. If only father were here to comfort

Have you ever been looking forward to going on a trip that you had to get on a plane, but at the same time you didn’t want that day to arrive? I know I have, but it was also nerve-racking the first time I went on a trip that required me to get on an airplane. Coming to Miami for me was taking a big step in my life. Knowing that I had to start from scratch in Miami freaked me out. Our trip to Miami wasn’t all easy. Firstly, the trip to the airport was hard on us we had to say our goodbyes to our family members. Also, we arrived to the airport not knowing where we were standing. Finally, we were able to hop on the airplane. The trip that required me to get on an airplane was when I came to Miami from Cuba.

We all entered the airport with our heavy luggage and tired bodies. After we all got situated we had to go through security and bag check. I realized I remember why I hated airports because of the lines we had to wait in and the various amounts of families running around like a chicken with their head cut off. As we got through all the long lines of people we waited at our terminal for our flight time to board. Finally it was time to board our plane

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.

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.

It was Halloween and, being the super mature teenager that I was, I went trick-or-treating. Going house to house and getting practically thrown at with candy just seemed entirely worth it. Considering I was 5,3, I wasn 't surprised that I could pull off being a 12-year-old for one night without calling attention to myself.

T’was a gloomy day in my hometown of Coupeville, Seattle. The clouds were gray and the air was crisp. I was strolling down a winding path with barren trees to nothingness. It was a path I had taken before, but today it seemed a bit different. With every step I took, I could hear the crunching of the dead leaves. I could only see two feet in front of me because the fog was thicker than blood. There was a sinister feeling within the air. The wind felt brisk against my skin. I ambled down the path. As I was walking, I passed by a desolate house that I didn’t recognize. As I passed by, I felt a chill trickle down my spine. The house was a meager little cottage, but it seemed to hold something more inside. The wood panels were drab, ashen, with