Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

I’m ready. I’m sitting the bench, hoping my coach puts me out soon. From behind me, my coach comes up and grabs my shoulder, and asks “You remember what I told you in the locker room?” “Yes coach, they're a bunch of goons and keep my head up” I reply, my heart pumping with excitement. “Alright Tony, your’e i-” before I even let

Everything was gone I went to my parents room and my brothers room and there was nothing there. I just thought they could be playing a trick on me, so I just went to my bedroom and got ready for school, as i walked down stairs and the furniture was all back where it had been the night before. I thought maybe I had just imagined the stuff being gone, so I got breakfast and started walking to school. I went to school and was trying to focus on nothing but the game, but it was hard because of what had happened this morning. It was so strange that one moment everything is gone then the next it’s all there. During PE I talked to my coach about what I had learned the night before from watching the film, I explained to him how the D end on the weak side was slow to react to a read play coming straight at him, and the strong safety liked to blitz around the edge so we could just dump it right were he would have been. He thought that would be a great idea to do if I could audibel into it on the field. To prepare for the game I drank two gallons of water throughout the day. The wait for the game made it seem like it would never come, but I knew when it did I would be ready. I just couldn’t get the thought of what had happened later that morning out of my mind, and I had a head splitting headache. The game was about to start know we were out on the

As I walked over to the players’ side of the field, I began to feel myself shake. I set down my bag and water bottle, took off my necklace, and got in our team huddle. Coach Kelly told us the lineup. I was starting on the midfield circle while Katie did the draw.

“Are you ready to play some football!” This was the first thing the coach said as I was laying down in the pushup position. He said it so loud it made me even more nervous. He told us to get up and run two laps around the field.

In a full sprint I was out the door and headed towards the practice field. Approaching I could see four coaches around his body

In the morning, Caireann woke me up. She stood above my bed, shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes, looking at her. Then I looked across the room to her empty bed. Andy 's empty bed sat in the corner. I swallowed, climbing out of bed.

That decision sticks to me still to this day. It was the day I walked away from my ugly past. I used to be a gangster, a real bad dude. I owned the coolest cars, I had the hottest girls, and I was rolling in the dough. But I had to get out of that lifestyle. My homie, Jarron, went to prison for life because of that day. I went to prison for two years. It was time to change.

Choking back the hot burning tears her skinny legs splayed on the cool bathroom tile. Black streams coating her soft innocent cheeks, raking her bony fingers through the tangled knots in her black curled hair. Her pale skin scarred with the red marks from his hands, forever touching her once pure skin. Her thoughts bubbling up in bursts of fiery anger, words spewing from her sweet pink lips. Memories flooding her senses, flashbacks clouding her judgment. His words forever branded into her mind, his threats chaining her to the bathroom floor. Hidden, her internal suffering hidden from the world. His words, clothed her pain like a muzzle. Silencing her cries for help. Her malady hidden behind her long hair and quiet demeanor. His choice, her consequence.

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.

bbI walked down to the beach by myself along side of a desolate road. The wind tossed the palm trees and my long hair in every direction. The sun was setting and the sky turned sort of a pink and lavender color which reminded me of my mother. Pebbles on the ground tickled the bottoms of my bare feet as I pondered about her. How her favorite color was lavender, how her hair always smelled like the pink tropical flowers in our front yard, how she always smiled and appreciated the rain for its beauty (even if it meant we couldn’t go surfing), she had dark olive skin with freckles across her nose and top of her cheekbones. Green eyes and a beautiful wide smile that always appeared to be on her face even when times were rough. I didn’t really look my mom, I had freckles like her but my face structure was totally different. Actually I looked like no one in my family. In fact, at family gatherings and reunions I was often asked if I was a good family friend. Even if people thought I looked a little bit like my mom (because of the freckles) they wouldn’t tell me because they were constantly trying to avoid an awkward conversation.

After close to three hours on the road, we pulled up in front of a beautiful old mansion that had been converted into a luxury hotel. It had a beautiful view, right on the shores of the Beauly Firth. The grounds were impressive. We’d made it in time for the complimentary coffee and shortbread. The piping hot coffee and the shortbread were just what I needed to hold me over until the dinner hour.

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 . . .

I had only been to Nabir once. I was traveling to another plane when I discovered I had accidentally deviated from the normal route, landing myself in an unfamiliar place. The Nabirians wore elaborately engraved tags around their necks that varied between bright neon to modest bland colors, all of which had numerical values inscribed upon them. The people minded their own business, kept polite conversations, and talked in smooth voices; a refreshing change to the other unscrupulous planes I had visited in the past. I was enticed, however, by how incredibly intelligent the people on the plane appeared to be — though I soon found that conversing with a Nabir native could be quite undesirable and mostly one sided.

My bed sheets flew towards the opposite end of the bed when I sat straight up. Even though my room trapped the cold Minnesota below freezing temperature, sweat dribbled off my body like a water fountain. It clung to my face and then decorated the glittery gold themed bed sheets my mom had just bought me a few days ago. I drew my one remaining knee up to my chest and wrapped my long, thin arms around them. Looking at the alarm clock for the fifth time, I took a long breath and peeked at the calendar hanging over the walnut desk, which had a big fat black circle around April 11th, 2013; today. Miriam Grayson got down and kneeled next to her bed, thanking God for another day.