Descriptive Essay - Original Writing Essay

As I ran, I felt my foot come down on top of a moss filled rock, and I knew I was in trouble. The slick moss ripped away from the slab of granite and it sent me flying. I knew the fall would be inevitable, and took the it as best I could and prayed for some luck. Branches ripped apart my face, snapping from the contact. Blood flicked up into my eyes. My shoulder made contact with the trunk of a tree as the rest of my body dug into the mud. My legs flipped up over me, crashing into piece of granite bulging out of the ground, pain traveled its way up my leg.

I lay there for a minute, unable to move, colored lights dancing in front of my eyes. I heard my ragged

I knelt on the cold asphalt with my head in hands waiting for the pain to end. The vile taste of blood filled my mouth as I ran my tongue across my teeth.

My feet, without any cloths to protect them were bloody and covered in sores from rubbing against sharp stones. Like some of the horrible bed sores one of my many brothers had gotten years ago. At least that is how I am picturing them in my mind, as couldn’t see them in this light, or lack of. My feet ached, hunger pains were beginning to rise, my head, with such intense pain and that awful, awful feeling that I was not alone. I could feel the hairs on my neck stand as the eerie buzz of silence screamed in my ear. Unconsciously my slow pacing of the perimeter broke into a full speed run.

My screams were literally sucked out of my lungs and suddenly we were gone from the alley in a brilliant white flash. A second later I was in a dark void, I felt as though I was being squashed flat between two buildings despite the emptiness of the place and couldn’t breath. Any second now and I knew I would be dead. I clawed at my throat, my eyes bulging from my head and suddenly--

Beginning a 12-minute journey, leaving my residence Piedmont North A; I headed to Starbucks. From the speed of the wind to the coolness of the air, I could tell that the season of Fall was finally beginning. The falling leaves of the trees were starting to leave a trail, and as I was beginning to approach the establishment, the aroma of coffee beans was lingering in the air.

Abruptly, I cramped uncontrollably forward like having my appendix burst. Without warning my legs collapsed. I dropped knees first to the floor. I groaned as my chest slammed into the terrain.

As I pushed and gained ground, I felt my body go limp. A sudden shock dropped straight into my right knee. I dropped like a stack of potatoes. My head slammed down against the hard floor. Peering through my peripherals, I

Pain spread throughout my whole body as the impact of the fall left me quite disoriented. Fumbling my way through the forest, I looked for a place to hide. After a minute, I managed to conceal myself into the shrubbery surrounding a tall willow tree. Motionless yet alert, I listened to all the sounds around

“Outside! Outside!” I yelled at Christina while I moved back to the ten foot line and raised my right arm as an eager child would answer a teacher’s question. I watched the ball come into contact with Christina’s fingertips. I watched as her hands neared her head, her arms stretched up. Stepping with my left foot, moving my arms forward, feeling the hair on my arms rise up, I prepared to jump. A wave of adrenaline flowed through my veins. When the ball came into contact with my hand, I felt my strength, my power. However, the next thing I knew, gravity pulled me down and I landed on my left foot. With all my weight on my one leg, I felt a sharp needle pain shot through my left leg. My kneecap shifted out of its groove then right back in, making me fall back on my butt. I made an attempt to stand up again, but my leg would not allow it. I would not be getting up on my own that day. That is when I knew I wouldn't be the same again.

A muddy road stretched in front of me, cold rain spattering on my skin. I pushed myself up, watching the blood roll off my arm. Dripping from my fingertips, it seemed like paint was being poured onto my hand. It fell into the puddles of rain, turning them a deep crimson red. Raising my arms above my head, I imagined flying over a sea of red. My hair whipped my face as I spun in the pools of tears, rain, and blood. A smile crept onto my lips, for the first time in ages, I was alive again.

I saw the blur of a house against the crystal clear, blue sky and the dark evergreen trees, which was followed by an unusual numbness and a bright red puddle that stood out against the dark pavement. I heard shouting and pounding footsteps but I had no idea what happened. I sat on the hot pavement for what seemed like hours, watching blood flow down the hill and into the rain gutter before I was met by a familiar face. Where did her cigarette go? Why was she out of breath? I could see her lips moving but I could not hear the words. I could feel more pounding on the pavement as it got closer and closer, accompanied by extraordinarily loud shouting that snapped me out of this trance. I looked at my knees and stared in awe, seeing the layers of skin that had just been torn. Did I win the race? I looked up at her face as the color drained from her cheeks.

It’s a busy Sunday afternoon in Target. The store is full of men, women and children alike. I walk aimlessly through the aisles, casually browsing for products while glancing into another person’s cart. I find myself in the beauty aisle to see if there are any new releases. Now, on an everyday basis, I don’t wear makeup anymore, but I still love to see what’s new for the season. In that aisle, I see other women wandering and scanning the section for new products, just as I am. Not once do I see a man in this section. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a man with a slight mustache wearing a blue baseball cap. He looked very familiar. Oh, I thought, I just saw him walking down every single aisle. Mustache Man walks into the aisle, curiously observing the unfamiliar row of foundation. A few seconds later, I hear a lot of whispering ad muttering. The women chatting beside me looked at him suspiciously, eyeing his presence, as if to say, “Why are you here?” He must have noticed too since his cheeks turned into a natural rosy hue. In a split second, he turned around and bolted out into the next aisle, the toothpaste section, where he browsed the entire aisle before moving on to the next one. Now, he could have quickly walked out of the makeup section for a number of reasons. Maybe he just remembered he needed toothpaste over in the next aisle. Maybe he felt embarrassed being seen as a grown man, aware of the stigma surrounding men like him and feminine products, in the makeup

Have you ever felt oddly out of place somewhere that should be more, familiar? I’ve never felt more alien then on my third trip to China visiting the Hunan province in a little town called Chengdu. This little town was my origins. Like much of China it had become more urbanized and like much of China it was unrecognizable to me. Seventeen years and six months ago I was adopted by Colleen Colbert, and Joel Carreiro from an orphanage in a little town called Chengdu.

As I looked through my wardrobe choosing what to wear I dismissed all of my pastel silk shirts. I quickly considered and rejected one of my undisputed top choice every single dark group. I discovered every one of them excessively pompous. I had made my psyche that I won 't spruce up clear or licensed looks with today evening time 's arrangement.