Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

"We never age, we don't need to eat the food you eat, and we can do things really fast." he shrugs like it's no big deal.

"Right. Some spilled on you too, right? Feel free to use the shower. I'll lend you some of my clothes."

“Um, I don't think so.” I rub my hands across my jeans. I always get so nervous talking to new people.

Panic rushes through my veins and my heart rate spikes setting an alarm off to my right, causing me to flinch aiming to cover my ears from the high

When I wake up, my head is screaming. There is a shrieking, a noise beyond loud, coming from somewhere nearby, but that’s not the worst part. My head itself is pounding. The searing pain is so bad that spots of black dance in my vision. I can make out the sound of my name, being called out over and over again. Tessa, Tessa, Tessa.

After I confessed , I blacked out due to a blow on the head from a short man. The mocking police officers took me into a compact, windowless , musty room that looked like it has been there since the dawn , or maybe even earlier, of time.

"Yes." You begin before stepping into the elevator that finally arrived. Amber trails behind you before selecting the correct floor and standing beside you. "She sent me a very specific lunch list. I hope I got everything right."

He had you pressed up against his hotel door, hand shoved inside your panties and nibbling at the thin skin on your neck, feeling your heart pulse and speed up along with the movements of his hand. Both of you were drunk, however that didn’t stop you both from making out at the bar and somehow walking the streets to his hotel and now you’re here? Your mind blurred as he bit down roughly and leaned your head back on the door. His free hand snuck up your shirt, cupping your breasts.

The volatile smell of coolant and gasoline assaulted my nose as I took in the chaos around me; metallic taste hanging in the air. The metal groaned as the car settled into its mangled state. I watched as my parents ran over to the vehicle. I stepped out of the backseat, my seven-year-old body trembling. My mother yelled over her shoulder, “Kaydie! I need you to come over here right now!” I ran over to my mother as she pulled the back door open revealing a sobbing 4-year-old girl. “Kaydie, this little girl is very scared and we need to help her parents. Can you sit with her?” I crawled up into the back seat, next to the little girl. She looked at me with terrified eyes, “Where is my mommy and daddy?” I took her hand and told her she was going to be ok and that my mommy and daddy were with hers. We sat there, hand in hand, as I told her a story about a little girl riding a unicorn while I watched my parents helping hers.

“Just forget it,” I say, “but hurry up and get dressed. I need to get to school.”

Time is indecisive. It’s either with you or against you. What I’ve noticed is whenever you’re

A few days later I get a call from my mom while I write out notes to a song under the tree. I haven’t spoken to my mom since he left. I haven’t spoken much to anyone, really.

Sometimes the end is closer than you could ever imagine. I never knew that it was my last day; nobody did. If they knew, maybe they would have treated me differently, but they can’t change that now. I’m dead.

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.

It happened once a year. Going to my grandparents house by the lake. I 've always loved going. Fishing, swimming, even campfires, we had them all, It 's like the perfect vacation for free.