Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

Gaines puts in little sentences like that, little hints, that clue us in on how closed off Phillip was and how bad he made himself. Even if you don’t think someone will understand or can help, in his case especially, just talking it out with someone you care about can help. This finally becomes true in the end, after Phillip finds out that Robert X, or really Etienne, Phillip learns later, committed suicide before Phillip got the chance to make things right with him. Phillip argues that all he wanted to do was see his son and talk to his son and be a father to his son but never got the chance to. Phillip got so caught up in trying to be the best Reverend he could be so he could block out his former life, he forgot to be a father to his own children, of which there were 3.

What people didn't know that not only was Philip disturbing the class, but he was asked to stop and did not. “Philip stop this insolence now!” (Avi pg 60) This quote proves that Philip was told to stop. He wasn't following the teachers directions.

On the island, Philip starts out by relying on Timothy. Timothy tries to make Philip do something but fails. On day Timothy asks Philip to make some mats, but Philip says no and that Timothy is stupid. Timothy hits Philip and at that point, Philip begins to change. He uses his other senses too. He begins to do things by himself like fishing, climbing coconuts trees, and other simple things like walking around the island. At the same time, he sees that he was wrong and that color, background, and others things are not what you judge people by. After that, Philip and Timothy become good friends pg.

I am instantly met with unbearable pain in my head as I awake. I feel as if I am having an ongoing brain freeze and… wait no, that’s is not the right metaphor to use, it makes it sound like it’s a lot less painful than it really is. Rather, I feel like I have just been hit by a train going 200 miles faster than normal. I don’t understand why, but I’m so exhausted, as if I haven’t slept in days.

“Needless to say, Russell panicked. The kid sounded scared shitless when he called me up on the phone, hysterically trying to explain what was happening to Phillip.

The word lost was becoming more operative by the moment. The morning 's ice fishing over at nearby North Pond had been fine. After I ate my fish cakes back in my cabin at Mohawk Mountain, heat radiating from the wood stove, I 'd felt warm enough to peel down to a t-shirt and read. That was this morning.

Hi!! Welcome to my next Kellic which I 'm real excited to introduce. I wanted to state real fast that this book is currently titled Trouble - Stripped, but it may change at the end to just Trouble. The reason I might change it is because this book may be able to be twisted into a series, therefore the second book would be titled Stripped.

Some people say that you are born the way that you are. Others claim that it is all reliant on how you were raised. The problem with that is my dads were the most amazing and normal people you could ever dream of. Every Saturday night, we would go to my aunts ' house to have dinner. My older brother would hang out with my cousins, but I didn 't feel like I belonged there. They would only talk about boys. For some reason, I just didn 't agree with how they think that boys are hot.

As I scan the never ending line of trailers, my grandmother’s stands out. Faded metal siding clinging to the unevenly pitched roof, grass struggling to grow under the shade of the rotting oak tree, the hot water heater rusting in the back, all speak to the age of the tin box she calls her home. I never see it as a home; to me it is a house I dread entering. The yard surrounding the trailer holds few memories, as little time is ever spent outside. On four sunken craters on her driveway, an old Ford Taurus sits, slowly seeping into the asphalt from its weight, revealing how little its owner moves.

As you kneel down on the hard wood floor in cabin 12, the smell of 4-day-old, moldy tube socks that have been soaked in lake water sneak into your nose. They were balled up under one of the beds, and left to ferment in the muggy summer heat. As a cabin keeper at Merritt Reservoir, you will have many bizarre encounters in the short three-month summer break that you spend there. You need a variety of supplies to clean different types of cabins, and they can be classified as the busy work cabins, party cabins, mystery cabins, and the outhouses. The supplies range from typical cleaning utensils such as rags and window cleaner, extra toilet paper and towels, Febreze, and rubber gloves for sticky situations. However, also be sure to grab mousetraps, a bible, and a long wooden rod with a hook on the end. This sounds unusual, but it will make sense soon.

“Great. So excited.” I speak my words slowly to emphasize sarcasm. My mom gives me her signature “don’t-give-me-that-attitude-or-there-will-be-consequences” look, one that I have received too many times during our lengthy trip from the Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris.

* I decided to rewrite this story, but it is mostly me fixing it up here and there. I went back to read it all over again and it really needs some work. I know I am still not the best writer but I will the best I can.

There’s something I need to say and what follows may not be something that you’d expect, it won’t be heartening or uplifting. If you remember today, I told you about going somewhere I wanted to go to… I’m not sure if you believed and accepted what I now confess as untrue; it is partly. I needed to pull away emotionally… from you.

As I sat in my blue beanbag chair in the corner of the room one Sunday afternoon, with the neon green window drapes next to me blowing and waving in the breeze, and a cup of tea in my hands, I began to reminisce. Staring at the adjacent corner of the room, at the vertex where the ceiling and two walls meet, I started to daydream.

He laid on his bed, photographs taken out from their albums were scattered out around him. Her smooth warm hands holding gently on his right hand, it just wasn’t the same anymore. He needed to feel her flesh for one more time, her hands, where they belonged, in his. Her scent, so familiar, her dazzling chocolate brown eyes which were the kind that you can look into and get lost within it, her long wavy and golden brown hair that falls brilliantly over her chest and her kissable cherry lips. She was still painted on his mind.