Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

The second time they place the rabbit in front of him directly, he showed a negative response then started to covered his head, in return started crying (Watson J. B., & Rayner, R., 2013).

Sarah is startled, she asks the figure “Who are you and what do you want?”

During the very beginning of the story, the author is playing in the woods near the end of her street when she finds the kitten. The kitten is covered in leaves and twigs, and yellow boogers are coming out of its eyes. She is glad that the kids she plays with are not there, because sometimes they can be mean. When the kitten makes a pitiful noise, she is very reassuring to it and says, “Don’t worry.” “Everything will be okay.” She shows the trait of caring by comforting the sickly kitten. She strokes its scabby head until the meowing is replaced by faint purrs.

It was just a late night for Catherine, also known as Kitty, returning home from work around 3am. She parked her car and proceeded to walk to her apartment, about 100 feet away, in a quiet upper middle-class neighborhood. Less than a block away she was then grabbed by a strange man, "Oh, my God, he stabbed me! Please help me! Please help me!” She screamed. A light turned on in a nearby apartment and a voiced replied, "Let that girl alone!” Then the lights went out, the attacker walked away, Kitty was

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

“Rose, come up for dinner!” I heard my mom shout from upstairs in the dining hall. I headed up stairs, but I thought that I saw my kitten on the

All of a sudden we hear the floor shake and we realized Mrs.Berntson has turned around and was staring at us.

Kitty entered a situation where she would normally be harassed and prodded for the whole of the evening, and for the first time in as long as she could remember, she was invisible. The first thing she did upon arriving was look for Ana. She passed several people that she recognized, but made no attempt to reveal her identity in the name of social etiquette.

“I wrote that your aunt really wanted to see our new kitten, so we took him along,” she said.

Later in the day, Miss Kitty came around and acted as if nothing happened when we first met. She asked, “What kind of cat are you? You are so different from any I have seen. Hold still a minute and let me get a closer look. I have never seen a cat with markings like yours, and your smooth silky coat is so unusual. In the sunlight, it glitters.”

A pretty woman in her late thirties came out to greet us. “Hey honey, what are you doing here?” She had blonde hair—blonde was an understatement, it was so blonde it was almost white—and wore heels that made her as tall as her son. Her hair made her dark blue eyes pop out of their sockets even though she was wearing that same god-awful shade of pink.

When we got back to the house, I checked to see if the tuna I had placed on the deck for the disappearing cat was left unmolested. But, to my surprise, there it was, right where I had left it only being eaten. But it wasn’t being munched on by the white cat with orange ears that I’d found hiding out in the back of our shed. This was a completely different cat. Its fur was pitch black, and it had compellingly piercing-green eyes. Gauging from the petite size of it, I thought it might be a female which I was then later able to

He heard a faint sound outside besides the rain and thunder, it was one he recognized. John crept over to the back door by his room and pushed it open. He heard another noise but this one was different. John turned his head slightly only to see the neighbor’s cat, Waffles. Waffles was an orange tabby cat with cataracts in one eye because he was growing quite old, but this didn’t stop John from loving this cat. Waffles was under part of the roof for cover, but he was still soaked. John hurried over to him and picked up the cat. Before he closed

Alice had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity. ‘What a funny watch!’ she remarked, ‘It tells the

“How could you mess this up? You know how important Alice is. She needs to be here to fulfill the prophecy” yelled the Mad Hatter.