Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

“What story would you like to hear today, Chloe” asked Grandma Chica as Chloe walked into the house.

Anne did not try to hide her satisfaction. Jane did not even knock on the door. She took out a key from her coat pocket and unlocked the door. “Oh Henry, Mary, I have a surprise for you!” Jane called as she walked inside. Jane disappeared down a hall calling the names of Henry and Mary. Anne entered her new home and looked around. “Thank you Catherine” Anne mumbled to herself. It was a warm cabin with hardwood floors and a cozy interior. Even though the aroma of Bourbon was in the air, the home had a cheerful demeanor. The fire place buzzed with life. The orange light illuminated the pictures that hung on the

The front door opened and shut and she looked up from her book to see Benedict walking in waving at her, “Hi!”

"I 'll be here," Caireann said, walking over to the door and glancing out the window. I hurried into the bedroom and grabbed my hat from the table. Then I was back out in the kitchen, standing by Caireann.

I WAS SITTING IN a taxi, wondering if I had overdressed for the evening, when I looked out the

“Loki” I called, “Come on, time for a walk.” That was all it took, when I was only halfway through the sentence my dog came charging over, almost knocking me down. I laughed. “We’ll go outside in a minute, just hold on.” I said as I attempted to put a leash on the excited husky. I’d had a long day at school, and I was ready to take a break. ’A walk outside would be pretty nice.’ I thought.

Rainbow Dash glanced down at her saddlebag, letting a monotonous sigh as she looked over the bunch of rolled up maps poking out from the sack. With a look of profound determination, she lifted her hoof and knocked on the door.

Scuffling just out of sight, the creature sniffed the air and reared it 's head. It caught her scent. It 's leathery black skin made it easier to disappear into the shadows of the forest they were in. The people it was hunting had no such talent.

I was wearing a beautiful blue dress with sapphire gems all around the chest area as I entered the ball with Ciel and Sebastian. I took a good look around here, the hallway was lined with gold. There was a servant ready to escort us to the ball room. "Hello, come this way." He said, walking forward. "Wow, this place is so fancy!" I exclaimed, looking around. "It 's fake gold." Ciel bluntly replied, bringing my hopes down. I sighed. Ciel sounded like he wasn 't in a very good mood.

Imagine: It’s the weekend and you’ve decided to have a get-away with your friends. The winters have never really seemed to phased you, though this one seems to be much colder than usual. You invite everyone up to your family’s cabin up in the remote woods on Blackwood Mountain, a snow-covered mount of rocks in western Canada. Everyone is together, but as the night progresses you have a sense of someone watching you through the windows of the cabin. You’re excited for the night because your crush accepted your invitation to come along. To your surprise, your crush invites you to a bedroom but once you arrive you realize it was all a prank when you hear the laughter and your friends coming out filming the entire occurrence. You’re humiliated. You run and run fast, past the kitchen, out the front door and into the blistering cold. Your heart is pounding loud in your ears and the tears are beginning to hit the cold air, causing your cheeks to tingle. It’s dark, and you begin to lose track of where you are. The woods have a tendency of doing such. You hear noises and you realize you’re being followed. Running with all of the power you can muster, you hit the edge of a cliff with nowhere to go. The thing chasing you is now drawing near. You have nowhere to go, nowhere to turn. You feel the rock underneath your feet slip and you begin to fall. The cold air is rushing by you as you plummet, in a quick fleet of

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.

Passengers dozed peacefully in the cramped, cold, and dark cabin, eye masks on. A sudden jolt, riveting the plane, spurred only a few grumbling snorts from the unconscious travelers. The engines droned while chatty flight attendants gossiped behind a curtain.

As I stepped off the airplane I felt the heat hit me like a bus. All of the blazing humidity was overwhelming. With every step I took, I felt overwhelmed. Everything was different here-from the heat to the smell. As everyone was rushing off the planes to get to customs, I watched them speaking to fellow passengers in their native language-Spanish. After going through customs and getting my passport checked I was startled by this huge crowd of people waiting behind a gate for family and friends. As my group and I walked by I saw all these faces of Salvadoran people. While waiting for our bus to arrive, I looked around this unfamiliar place. The stands up, around the room selling food, the people coming to and from the airport, the openness that leaded right out to the parking lot of the airport. Soon a heavy rainfall began. My body was happy the rain was here because the heat was really beginning to be really staggering. About an hour later, our bus had finally arrived. While boarding the bus I was greeted by a short woman with a Spanish accent,

[Note: Instead of [Y/N] or third point of view, it is now first point of view to receive the best experience in reading!]

“Uh… grandma?” Samantha asked, slightly getting worried. Her grandmother’s expression morphed into a forced smile, “Oh sorry, I was just thinking about something; but anyways come inside, it’s cold out.”