Descriptive Essay

Traveling is one of my family’s favorite things to do. The family has visited numerous places throughout the United States, however, none are as memorable as Atlanta, Georgia. In Atlanta, there are many places to go and sights to see such as: Cola-cola factory, Cabbage Patch Kids Factory, Under Ground Mall, the Zoo, Atlanta Braves Stadium, Six Flags Over Georgia, Stone Mountain Park, and the Atlanta Aquarium, are all in or near the city of Atlanta. The three that we visit on every trip to Atlanta are Six Flags, Stone Mountain, and the Atlanta Aquarium.

Strolling down a beaten dirt trail with green mossy trees on either side. A soft breeze brushes a kiss against my cheek, as it pushes past, earth mixing with sea salt hits my nose. Soon the faint sound of waves kissing the shore, children’s laughter, and seagulls screeching calls to me. Walking along the winding dirt trail until the texture beneath my toes change. The trees part and on either side the trees rise into the air, becoming cliffs as far as my eyes can see. Instead of dirt beneath my feet it has been replaced by sand in between my toes. I walk towards the white cap waves where the water washes up against my ankles excitedly and then pulls back with remorse. Sea mist leaves a moist kiss against my cheeks and then

I breathe in the warm air as I gaze out at my beautiful home. So wide I’m not even certain I’ve seen all it’s beauty that lies beneath. I can see the shadows of tiny fish swimming above the soft sand. They are so small they look as though they are microscopic. I reach down and run my hands through the wet substance that is so thick that my muscles grow tired the deeper my hand goes. As I lift my hand up, the sand makes a cloud of powder, slowly drifting through the water. The waters are so calm as though nothing could anger them. Each wave slowly rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the sea. I lower my fins beneath the water and a coolness rushes through me as I feel the cold, wet water. The soft breeze brushes against my skin with the scent of an indescribable satisfaction. Hours passed as the warmth of the sun seemed to just soak into my skin and relax my mind.

I don’t know how long I have been faking sleep, but the slow creak of the door startles me still. I can hear the slow, lumbering footsteps, feel their vibrations on the floor. When they stop, I can sense him bending over me, his hot breath fanning over my neck. “Nice to see you again, Ms. Esther Miller.” His gravelly voice causes goosebumps of fear to shiver down

Then, slowly and cautiously, he uncurls himself from his loves’ side, shivering slightly as he loses that contact with him and as the blankets shift a little with his movement. There’s always tonight to rest beside him, he thinks. It’s one of Jumin’s favorite things to do, admittedly. Certainly after a long, hard day at work.

“Wake up!” A familiar voice pierced the silent room as I jumped out of my bed, cold sweat running down my forehead. I looked towards my wooden bedroom door, which was being pounded by someone on the other side. It seemed like someone was trying to open it. In alarm, I got up and quickly made my way towards the door, immediately remembering that I had locked it last night. What a smart move, Juliet. I internally slapped myself as my eyes skimmed the room and landed on the keys on my nightstand.

“Hey, Jagi. I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep and I’ll be out of your hair soon.”

If that incessant ringing hadn’t woken you, then his fumbling around the room absolutely would have. In an effort to not wake you, he tried walking on his toes, but creaks from doors and crashes from the kitchen beckoned you to get ready for the day anyway. You didn’t need to be awake for hours, but with Sonny’s job he wasn’t always around, so you took the opportunity to be with him. Slipping from beneath the sheets, you staggered

For the second time tonight Rob felt the blood rush to his cheeks and strangely, just like last time, he realized this was not a bad feeling at all. It was actually quite pleasant. "Goodnight, I know you’re tired, try to get a good-night’s sleep." Rob hugged her awkwardly, turned, and quickly walked to his own

“What time is it?” I asked Ellie. Looking down at her watch she told me it was nearly 9 o'clock in the evening. “Wow we’ve been talking for awhile. Maybe we should head to bed.” While bobbing her head up and down, we got up and made our way to our rooms. After we said goodnight I plopped down in bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

Oh, my darling, have I woken you up or you just can not close your eyes?

“Hey, what time is it?” Anton asked, sounding awake. He had obviously been up for a long time. His hair was combed and he was wearing his glasses.

I take Jacob drop him off at home and leave to my house. I get home fall into my bed and fall in my bed crying. I am in a deep sleep and

I open my eyes and find myself standing on an old asphalt road, lined with identical houses. Cracks run through the pavement, breaking up the faded yellow lines. Everything is faded, like an old movie. It’s almost grayscale; you can barely see the color, like the life has been drained from this place. I turn my head to the sky, trying to make sense of this strange world. But the sky isn’t the typical blue, it’s a faded blood red, small flakes of ash falling from the sky. One piece lands on my upturned forehead, crumbling on impact. I turned back to face the road, gazing down the broken road. On an impulse, I walk.

The school was indeed an escape, and I had thanked god privately for Brendon Larson. I remember his personality vividly; his light humor and big glasses curved my lips for nearly the whole class. Especially anatomy and pathology, who knew the dull human body, could be so funny. He was generous with his happiness and sprayed a thin layer of hope on all of us from the front of the room. I used his humor as an anesthetic from the spiritual growing pains I was encountering.