Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

Lily is repeatedly defeated. The aunt who should be there to rescue her disinherits her; her friend Bertha Dorset should be there for her, yet she throws her out in order to protect her own reputation; the man who should have faith in her, cannot trust her long enough to overcome his own emotional meticulousness. We see Lily being taken from the heights to her death in an unrelenting fall.8

“I love your green eyes, they stand out on that pale face of your’s, and the brown curly hair just mixes with that perfectly.” He says slowly.

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.

Seeking Santa a spot near the radiator, behind the chair,my hiding place each Christmas Eve,in my dreams is always there.with twinkling lights reflecting off the icicles,so many, the star that shone so bright ontop, the gifts beneath, aplenty.I 'd sit there waiting, eager to see, the jollyold elf who seemed to know me, no movewould I make, not a peep nor a soundin case Santa came and I would be found.quiet and warm and tucked in tight, I 'dwait there alone in the dark on that night,sure I would see him, and he 'd not see me,but not once in my life was that ever to be.For I 'd just blink my eyes and open to see theChristmas sunrise was waiting for me.the cookies all eaten, the milk gone as well,like my hopes of a story that I 'd never tell,of the time I saw Santa, saw him comewatched him go, and the secret ofChristmas that I finally know...

“Do you remember the red heel you always wanted to wear when you were younger,” my cousin asks. I giggle quietly as my forms a smile. I try to remember, but the memories do not come to me. I look up at her and just say yes, but why is it that I do not recall those shoes? I look down at my feet and close my eyes. I can see myself at the age of two running around in a pearly dress. I begin to scan myself in the dress, I look down, but still cannot see the shoes. I reopen my eyes and I just sigh. Have I forgotten where I came from, or is it just my mind playing tricks on me?

My bare feet crossed over the double yellow lines of the busy road that divided the parking lot and the bay as I carried my flip-flops in one hand and my phone in the other. The burning sun directed its rays towards my shoulders and I could feel my skin getting hotter by the second. I watched as my family and neighbors began crossing the rickety bridge that led to the dock and just as it had in the car, my mind began to race. I couldn’t help but think of all the shark attacks that had occurred in South Carolina this summer and I avoided going in the ocean the whole vacation because of that. I am absolutely terrified of sharks.

Careful not to make a noise, though it wouldn’t matter if I did, I crept over to my victim sprawled across the floor. One, two, three. I pounded a nail into my target’s head. The satisfying crack of the skull filled the room. Around me, a pool of blood began to form. Trapping, encasing, stopping me from moving. The thick liquid moved with a purpose, though I doubt it knew what that was. Slowly, then all at once, the color drained from his face, like watching the credits of a movie fade into the screen. Gone. Until next time, but, unlike a movie, he didn’t have a next time. Sirens wailed in the distance. They’d be here soon, but it didn’t matter. They were always a couple seconds behind me and that’s all the time I needed to escape.

Once having left the Brewin’s place, I was back on the road pushing June’s car to its limit as I made my way over to the shed. I wasn’t completely sure of what my game plan would be once I got there, but I knew whatever it would be, my chances of pulling it off would be slim.

* 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.

I remember that day when I loved into that town. It was a fresh and clear day. The birds were singing and the sun was shining all over. I had unpacked and had decided to explore around the place. I went through the shops and the park, and there nothing interested me. I don’t know why but, nothing was interesting. I had walked around and I was pretty sure that I had seen something shimmering in the sunlight, but when I looked closer, it was gone. Now, I will tell you how I became this: a ghost.

Naruto picked at the residue left behind from an old sticker still clinging onto the desk. His eyes lighting up when Alphys set down his own bowl of hot, steamy, delicious ramen. "Alright food 's here! Itadakimasu!"

I was in the car waiting for my mom to drop me off at practice so I can be ready for the game tomorrow. I was there I got out of the car and said by to my mom

It was already dark outside after an overtime shift at work, I couldn’t find any ride

My grandpa parked the car outside his home after a 12-hour drive from the Chennai International Airport to pick me up from my journey halfway across the world. The front house door swung open to reveal my grandmother who was waiting for us. We warmly greeted each other, and I took my suitcase inside. My grandparents went to the second floor of their house to unlock a room for my stay. As I waited in the living room, my eyes caught a flicker of movement inside the kitchen. I cautiously stood up and slowly snuck up the hallway. I imagined an infinite number of possibilities of who might be in the house. Who could it be? A thief? I peeked around the corner of the kitchen to find the refrigerator door open with a long furry tail flailing outside of it. As I craned my neck to look further, I realized I was staring at a monkey helping himself to food from the refrigerator! I then noticed a couple of more monkeys foraging through my grandmother’s spice cabinets. I tried to figure out what to do, when all of a sudden, my grandpa, poised with a long wooden stick, ran past me, fiercely yelling, “AHHHHHHHHHH!” to scare away the monkeys. The monkeys, now caught red-handed, froze and stared at my grandpa for a millisecond, then bound for an open window in the kitchen with stuffed cheeks and hands filled with bouquets of food. I stood and wondered if this was what the rest of my trip would be like. Little did I know of what was to come. All I knew for sure was that my

It was 2:30 in The morning. And mum always used to say nothing good ever happens after two in the morning. I should have listened. Anyway, I stood on the corner of Vernon and 25th street, on a rainy night in London. When standing there, I suddenly became suspicious of my surroundings. A man figure dressed in black passed by without a word. He dropped a pale, beige journal. When I realized it had fallen, I gathered up the broken, fallen pages upon the ground. As I looked up to see where the mysterious man had gone, I found myself standing alone as I did before.