Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

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.

"Olivia!" A shout rang through the house. It was a bright morning, the smell of autumn and school in the air as the morning of the first day of school began. Olivia happily sat up in her bed as soon as she heard her mother calling from down stairs. She hadn 't slept a wink the night before from complete excitement. Her first day of high school had come and she couldn 't wait to get it started. "Olivia!" The call came again, "Get up to get ready for school!" Her mother downstairs said as she began making a nice breakfast.

The echoing crack of gunfire signaled the start of the day. Each one rippled across the landscape; skimming the pale switchgrass fields before echoing among the woods beyond. Some were alone, like a whip or an old truck backfiring. Others came in succession with one following the other three or four times until whatever was on the other end of the barrel had either escaped or was dead.

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.

Envision a young, obsequious girl; she’s just 10 years old. She has dazzling blue eyes and wispy white blonde hair, and she is carefree. She is a big sister to her little brother, and she is unsuspecting. I am this girl. I am the girl who for ten years thought of herself as the only big sister. I was wrong. I can recollect sitting in my dad’s old gray work truck while he was under the hood. I was always prying into things that were none of my concern; that warm spring day was no different. As I was nosing around I found a photograph of a girl, older than me, but not by much, she was riding a horse. I was perplexed. The girl in the photograph looked so much like me. She had the same hair and eye color, but I wasn’t as old as her, nor could I recall ever getting on a horse. I could feel the burden of tears behind my eyes as I slowly exited the truck to ask my dad who the girl was in the photograph. On that day my whole world changed. My dad explained to me (after reprimanding me for plundering through his things) that before he met my mother, he dated a girl named Susan when he lived in Michigan. Susan became pregnant, but he was unaware of this until after he and his family moved to South Carolina. Finding out I had an older sister was a profound experience because I felt like I finally had someone to talk to, I had my eyes open to a secret side of my family, and my sister became someone who I admire deeply.

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.

I couldn’t imagine that I would have ever seen a tractor flying through the air, let alone a tractor landing just inches away from the room where my family was taking shelter. All of those childhood memories just gone just like that. My little sister Harper was crying to my mother saying “Mommy Mommy can it stop can it stop?” she wailed. I know this might seem crazy but that moment it just felt like time paused. And then my mother was crying to my father saying “Honey we lost her!” my mother cried.

Calliope sat straight up in a cold sweat her shoulder length hair cling to her head, she panted eyes wide in panic. Her hands clasped over her mouth stifling a scream. Calming down from her momentary hysteria and with a deep breath she examine her surrounding pristine blue above her, deep green grass a long with some wild flowers swayed around her. Standing up on wobbly legs she tried to remember where she was but, her mind drawing a blank on anything beyond her name. Walking down a small slope she saw clear body of water.

Wednesday, 4:00 P.M. … A meeting ended as I consciously took note of my hesitant footsteps towards my locker and reached the lock. Right....left...right. While holding the cold, metallic handle, I could feel the developed callus thickening on my thin index finger as I pulled it up. Click. I slowly bent down toward the floor and stored my pile of textbooks and binders into a dull green schoolbag. My habitual movements seemed like those of a robot, an automaton with no sense of its surroundings. When I slammed my locker, it produced a forceful, clanky sound as it permeated across the hall of Moore High School.

A warm ray of light, shining past sheer white curtains, hit the face of a heavy-eyed Colonial man. Now awake, he swiftly exchanged his over-worn Bayan for his usual trousers and top coat before heading out to town. Grabbing a small loaf of bread, he walked past the wooden entrance to his home and started his path to work. As he scuffled his feet along the dirt road, a thought started creeping from the back of his mind. As the memory came to be clear, a sensation of panic consumed his body which led to his stomach dropping and a cold sweat rushing through his very core. Face flushed and clammy palms, he recalled his Colonial wife aggressively demanding meat for the table this week. “As the wife of a Banqueter, I expect to have a proper

As I stepped off the airplane I felt the heat hit me like a bus. All of the blazing humidity was overwhelming. With every step I took, I felt overwhelmed. Everything was different here-from the heat to the smell. As everyone was rushing off the planes to get to customs, I watched them speaking to fellow passengers in their native language-Spanish. After going through customs and getting my passport checked I was startled by this huge crowd of people waiting behind a gate for family and friends. As my group and I walked by I saw all these faces of Salvadoran people. While waiting for our bus to arrive, I looked around this unfamiliar place. The stands up, around the room selling food, the people coming to and from the airport, the openness that leaded right out to the parking lot of the airport. Soon a heavy rainfall began. My body was happy the rain was here because the heat was really beginning to be really staggering. About an hour later, our bus had finally arrived. While boarding the bus I was greeted by a short woman with a Spanish accent,

It 's the same thing everyday, wake up, drive, sit, and drive back. This life I 've devolved into is rinse wash repeat. This life I 've made for myself is no life at all. The city just a hustle and bustle and more drones to walk by each day. So many people in one city and yet no connection to any of it. Everyday walking into work, looking around, realizing that the connectivity quickly diminishes from our day to day life. The “How are you” ’s become “Hey” ‘s and the conversations become non existent. Nobody cares anymore. Phone call after phone call, paper after paper, it all becomes a blur.

When I was venue hunting, I came back to Ash with my favorite venue (Lindenderry) and Ash thought it looked super familiar. Ash forgot he took a picture at Lindenderry (well before he met me) when he was there for a work conference and thought “If I ever get married, this is where I’d love to get married”. Amazing that we both loved the same place.

It was a scorching hot morning in the city of El Mirage, Arizona. I lived on 13022 W Scotts Drive. I was the typical 5 year old kindergarten girly girl. My parents were up early making breakfast and irong school clothes for my sister Mazie, my two brother JeRon and Duraie, and me Jada Levern Ashford. As always I was the first one up so I went to the dining room to eat breakfast. When I was finished my mother asked, “Jada will you take you and your sisters clothes upstairs and get dressed?’’ I replied, “Sure mommy, be right back.” i started to walk up what seemed like seventy stairs. Once I reached the top I skipped to the room my sister and I shared. Of course it was a carnation pink and a minion purple. I leaned over my sister 's bed to

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.