Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

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

I can hear the White Rabbit 's watch tocking and ticking yet I don 't see him. He is late again. I might just fire him or water him, however, that phrase goes. I let my devious grin emerge from the dust to see him in the dark dry woods, he doesn 't see me but I see him in his half ironed quarter buttoned shirt. I am not a bad kitty, I simply don’t play nice with the kittens.

Both of my parents are farmers and raise livestock, so I have been surrounded by cattle my entire life. Thus, my passion for animals was nurtured at an early age. I cared for my own bottle calf when I was only six years old, and the calf, whom I named Teardrop, became one of my dearest pets. She became so tame for me that I could even ride her, much to my parents’ terror.

My Grandma Mary was sitting there in the car, waiting for me. I quickly walked over to the car, opened up the backdoor, and put my stuff inside the car, and shut the door. I opened up the front door, got in, and shut the door. “Well hello. How was your day?” my grandma

It was late in the afternoon and me and my sister and cousin were bored and wanted to go on a golf cart ride. We all ran up to my grandpa and urged him to take us on a ride.” Alright, alright, i’ve got nothing better to do” he said, grunting as he got up from his chair and started walking towards the newly decorated golf cart, slouched over a bit when he walked, and as he

Once there was a girl named Crash, she lived in a small town with her Aunt Blanche, and Uncle Mike&ike. She, her aunt, and uncle had a goat named Beryl. One day they decided to take Beryl to the park to see if he could make some nice goat friends. This day didn’t end well for Beryl. The family was walking to the park, and all of a sudden, a strange man in a white van swerved off and swiggity swooty’d his way toward Beryl, and snatched him right out of his stroller. The man Jumped back into his car, and drove too fast for them to see where in Tarnation he was going. So the family had to go home that night, thinking of how this man could be torturing their amazing goat. Crash, Blanche, and Mike&Ike were looking for Beryl everyday for three weeks

I was sitting on the floor with my legs straight out, and I noticed her looking at me. I said what is it, Grandma? Then I got that response. I was shocked and said, Grandma! She laughed at me then, but I suppose I looked like a giant to her. She was only around five foot, and I was five foot seven with long legs. Grandma was a young woman in the 1920’s when women go the right to vote, but as far as I know, she never did. She never learned to drive but years ago they would walk down to the main highway and catch a bus to town, or someone would pick them up. The buses that ran from Little Rock to Hot Springs and back would stop anywhere along the road to pick people up. Neighbors all knew each other back then and would stop and pick people up. They were poor and while shopping at the local country store and the owner made fun of her old coat. Her reply was, “That’s ok. One day there will be a lot of people in Hell wishing it was cold enough to wear a coat.” Another story was from the same store and man. She took a package of meat back because it was spoiled. She slapped it on the counter and said, “Johnny, this meat is sow’s tits, and the old man won’t eat it.” He replied, “Okay, Mrs. Shelton.” I never heard such language from her, and I am sure Johnny had not either. She was a soft-spoken, quiet, and religious person. As I told you during our conversation, Grandma Shelton had a beautiful dark complexion with black hair and eyes. She had long

This was the fifth goat this month. Uncle Arlo was rabid when they first brought the wolves back, but soon seemed to accept it as a fact of life. After a day like today, and after feeding the horses and the cattle, and checking on the goat pen, he’d always sit down at the kitchen, groan, and tell my cousins and I the same exact

On a cool September morning, there was a lot going on in the Bookert household. My mother ran in my room and yelled “Get up and get your bags! It is time for us to go!” I woke up all confused and replied “Go where?” She continued to yell and fuss at me. Then it hit me like a bird hitting a window. Oh my gosh, my sister must be going into labor.

Not too long ago I heard a story of a traveling sales rep that had a tire blow out late in the night. He found himself stranded, so he walked to the nearest farm house to ask for a place to sleep for the night. He knocked on the door and an old farmer answered; after a brief conversation, the farmer said, "I can put you up for one night, but you 'll have to stay in the barn"; the salesman, not having many options, agreed and wandered to the barn. Early the next morning the farmer came in, and said, "Were you comfortable?" The salesman replied, "I had a great time; I talked to all the animals." The farmer replied astounded, "You talked to the animals?" The salesman said, "Yeah I spoke to the chickens--they say you collect the eggs every morning exactly at five minutes after six." The farmer replied, "That 's exactly right." The salesman continued, "The horse told me his name is Jessie, and you 've owned him for 15 years." The farmer, who was shocked, said, "That 's incredible!" The salesman continues, saying, "I spoke to the cow, and she said that her name is Elsie, and you milk her every morning at exactly 8:30. And then I spoke to the sheep..." And immediately, cutting the salesman off in midsentence, the farmer yelled, "Those sheep are lying!"

I can still remember the day that my dad made a dream of mine come true. One night my family was sitting down for supper when my dad said, “Oh, and by the way Sarah you can have a goat this summer.” At that point I just looked my dad and laughed. I thought he was joking, I had been asking for a goat for about three years. He had proclaimed multiple times throughout my childhood that I would not be getting a goat anytime soon. I guess my time had come. Within a few mouths it was May, I had set up a wired pen for my goat and could barely contain my excitement as we went to go pick up my goat.

It 's early November, the brown leaves from the trees above are covering the sidewalk.

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.

The fresh grass tickled his sticky body as he crushed the living daylights out of them. Beneath the sun’s gaze, he laid still while absorbing the beauty of the outside world. It was perfect.

My grandpa had gotten sick and was in the hospital. We figured out he had gotten cancer so my grandma was housed in the hospital along with him so she could be with him. My dad said that he would take care of my grandparent’s lab at the time her name was Missy. As Grandpa got sicker and sicker Missy had become meaner and meaner. PJ being PJ was just trying to be friendly and play with Missy.