Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

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.

His lips landed roughly on yours, stealing the air from your lungs and leaving your mind empty, devoid of all thoughts except one. Your hands tangled in his thick hair, tugging as you felt your body burn with sudden heat. His teeth nipped roughly at your neck before his lips lavished it with attention, making your body demand his. You could feel his smirk against your skin and you sighed in sweet resignation. You hadn't seen him in three days and it looked like he had missed you as much as you had missed him.

He pushed a bouquet of red roses towards me, I opened the door further. Signed the paper then he left. The glass vase and flowers were absolutely beautiful. I plucked the card out of the massive bouquet and was about to open when Ryder placed his hands on my hips.

"Hazel Grace Lancaster, I think I'm in love with you." I whispered softly and pressed my forehead against hers.

“I would have rested better if you had been here,” I pouted, moving toward him and looping my arm through his. I gazed up into his eyes and made love to him with mine.

You had just dipped your hair in the water when you saw him leaning in the door frame, a smile hidden under his thick moustache. "Yeh truly are a beauty."

“Welcome to my arms,” he said as his arms were stretched out to welcome me. I knew what kind of night I would have. Sex with him was usually the same, about five minutes of foreplay and then he’d take me from behind before falling off into a deep sleep. I didn’t complain because I knew he was usually tired from meetings. But for once and after my entire hard work I’d like to see his face when we made love.

His shaggy blonde hair was slicked back into a quiff style and although at five foot it was hard to tell, he had hazel eyes that usually had a warm tint about them but today they were cold. His eyes met my gaze and his goofy grin changed in to an expression which I could not seem to read. It was almost emotionless with an inkling glint of relief. A relief that I was okay. That nothing bad had happened and I was less of a mess than normal. "L..Liam." My voice was hesitant as my heart tried to contradict my mind's plans. I fixed my gaze onto his and smiled gently as I took in his features. Two years is a long time. It feels so much longer if you've ended on bad terms. "How are you? How.... How have you been?" My words stammered slightly as I realised what was happening. I was talking like nothing had happened. It was as if we were three or four years ago and my life was on track. I was struck back into reality as he emotions changed and looked down at me with disgust.

Slade looks up into her flawless face. God he is a lucky man. A smile slow sexy smile breaks across his face. "I love you."

His name was Cwedolscead. He had not chosen the name and he was not aware of who it might have been who gave him the name. But he cursed them to the rankest, most festering depths of hell, which no doubt, was where they resided anyway. The name was not assigned at his birth, when the first haze of his dark nascent energy belched forth from the blackest hearts of humanity, but came later, the word spewing unbidden from the nadir of damnation, floating on the stench of brimstone to swaddle itself around him, as his disparate strands coalesced into a conscious, if formless being.

Lying in his bed, secure in his arms I remember feeling like the words were literally at the tip of my tongue just waiting to pour out. “I love you”, I said, turning my body to face him. Nose to nose. “I love you too,” he said back.

This was perfect I was at my old high school talking to my crush Lisa Benfield, she was laughing at the funny joke I told her and Jase was their trying hard to get Lisa 's attion but I had it all. I was wearing my varsity jacket with the number one on it and my name as I was walking Lisa to class I saw out the corner of my Jase crying like a little baby and then it happened I was going to ask Lisa to the prom.

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

Colors are flashing. Faint sounds fill the air. Everything’s a blur, like it’s being swept up by the wind. I try to find my footing and stand up, but I just fall back down again. I try to grasp onto my last memories, searching for answers. The only memory I find is my name. Shailene Fonder.

I took lengthy whiles to adore your physiognomies before the moment where I could register how you spoke. I got hit at random upon one Tuesday noon filled with rain by how you stressed your syllables, and wound your ways in my heart when you spoke on literatures. It wasn’t how you spoke and what you touched upon. Rather, it was your vocal cadence sounds. If I could have, I might have made you speak for hours. Despite whether you spoke the equal terminology non-stop, I might not have minded; I knew it might enthrall. The greatest times were the moments where I did not know how you surrounded me, or how you were quiet throughout lengthy periods while I dozed. It was then I was able to discern you not far away and then smile with your vocal cadence intimacies in my ears. Do not ask me what it was like to hear you say my namesake; it could get sensed but never spoken. You entwined yourself in my cranium to where I was no longer someone who thought with their personal voice; at moments where I read, your vocal cadence handled narration duties. You captured my secondary senses in thorough fashion.