Descriptive Essay

He could not make up his mind if it was a small island and he was very close, or if it was a massive one and he was far way. Still continuing to take step after step across the water, across the stretch of glass like liquid, he reached the sandy island. The moment his bristled toes touched the hot sand, Judai immediately fell into a deep slumber. When he hit the ground, his head split apart like an acorn in the mouth of a hungry squirrel. Memories of the past, every thought of his childhood, every story he had heard in school, spilled out of the crack in his head and blew away in the wind to be buried in the golden stretch. The sun rose and fell many times before he awoke again. In his sleep, sand had gotten into his eyes and mouth, and Judai was in terrible discomfort. He got up from this hypnotic spell and realized that this island, this desert hell had been his final prospect, left to ruin, to talk to the sand, alone for

I’m in a quiet and warm place. I hear a noise and noticed that I just stepped on a branch filled with color edible blueberries. I look up and see all types of edible fruit that surround these colorful trees. Crackling leaves, crunching twigs, the fresh scent of pine nuts in a rainy mahogany brown forest surround me. It feels like paradise. As I walked slow and relaxed, I can hear a deafening uproar of a mocking jay above me, a glimpse of a tiger’s gold bright eyes as he passed by me and a bright light leading me the way to the blue horizon. In my tranquil place it’s always summer. Not too hot, but just right with a slight breeze gently against on my skin. The ocean is surrounded by palm trees the size of buildings

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.

“Hey Sherbert! You hair is standing up!” It was true. Everyone’s hair on the island stood up and a strange buzzing filled the air. All became quiet, but the buzzing stayed burning in their ears. People started screaming, and the little girl fell to the ground. Everything caught flame and the mother huddled her babies on the ground in the corner of the town square. Buildings crumbled, and the ground shook. There was a blinding light, and then a beautiful forest faded into view on Roanoke island. A small and slightly confused dog stood in the middle of a daisy patch. It watched a hand sink into the earth, burning, and right where it disappeared, a daisy sprouted. The dog looked around, and there were no homes, no sidewalks, no babies, no treats. There were just beautiful trees, birds, grasses, and ponds.

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.

On a lavish land which bloomed with coconuts and mangoes, lived a young girl, Ariel and her family. Ariel's grandmother, her father, king of the island, her five sisters as well as the the few hundred people on the island had been living in peace for hundreds of years. The widowed kings’ aged mother took charge of the home as well as of her granddaughters. The island and the people lived in peace because they stayed within the limits of their comfort zone, they didn't dare go beyond the few miles they sailed for fish. Ariel, a few days from turning 15 was beyond thrilled that she could finally swim past the shore, beyond the safe space for children, although her father was very protective, and had begun to question whether or not to allow Ariel this opportunity, but it was a matter of tradition. On the day of princess Ariel's fifteenth birthday, her grandmother granted her the permission to swim beyond the childrens limits, however, she had to promised to tell the others what she saw on her first visit, and what she thought the most beautiful; for their grandmother could not remind her granddaughters enough; there were so many things on which they wanted information. Ariel agreed, and spent the entire day and night out in water until she felt she was part of it herself. Later when Ariel came back from her adventure, she began to tell her grandmother of her experience, saying,“I know that I shall love the world there, and all the people who live in it.” Well, now, you are

And there the dark hair blowing now north, south, or any direction in the little breeze there was. And the hands with all the town on them, dirt from roads and bark slivers fro trees, the fingers that smelled like hemp and vine and green apple, old coins or pickle-green frogs. there were the ears with sunlight shining through them like bright warm peach wax and here, invisible spearmint-breath upon

In appearances, this island is a bit abstract and cluttered. It’s like a hill with wildflowers coating it with colors. An easel is propped up as a centerpiece on top of the hill . A canvas is set on it and the words inspiration is written on it with an ombre background. A pallet and paintbrush are right next to it. Above the hill, there’s a light bulb. There’s a sunset in the air with orange, pink, yellow, and a tint of light blue. The floor is an abstract pattern. Flower petals are drifting in the atmosphere lazily. Quotes about

Early the next evening, we raced up the highway for a few hours before coming to a single-story stucco home situated between two wooded, slow-sloping hills in a long narrow valley. The front lawn spread out beneath a terrace, its blades entwined with delicate dandelions that danced in unison with the breeze. Yellow roses and silver hydrangeas sprawled out in a gusty garden surrounded by yew hedges shaped like miniature elephants. If I squinted, I could make out a path that zigzagged between stubbly-needled pine trees, and the presence of a pond by the flashes of reflected light. Beyond the water were tiny purple grapevines, transformed in the soft glow of twilight to ginger.

She dipped her toes into the warm water, causing a ripple to spread out across the lake. She slid down into the blue water, up to her chin. Then ducked her head underneath. She didn’t resurface for a couple minutes. I could barely hold my breath for thirty seconds. She must be as swimmer. She lay in the warm spring in a light blue one piece with the back open. She had long, tan, legs, that were toned, and muscular. Her dark brown hair was in a braid the reached to the top of her waist. This blue lagoon seemed to be unknown to anyone but her. It was deep in the forest in the midst of big tall weeping willows. The sun peeked through the tops of the highest trees and little rays shone down on the water. It looked like a place you would see in a fairytale book, and she was a lovely princess.

The young adult fiction novel contains many passages contacting beautiful and emotive descriptive language that also has a symbolic purpose. The majority of the action in the book takes place on a private island. Four houses have been built on the island, one for the patriarch of the family and his wife, and the remaining three are for their three grown daughters. The houses receive lavish treatment as they are depicted as physical expressions of the patriarch’s feelings towards each of his daughters. The main character is thrown to extreme highs and dragged to extreme lows in the novel, and the areas around her reflect that. At one point she is happy and all

She tried to put the picture together in her mind. The sky; a cold monotony of blue broken only by the black speck of a raven or a crow. Castles; immense with latticed windows. Air; free from cicadas which hummed sullenly in the Jamaican nights when she couldn’t sleep. Snowy winter’s, with parks covered in thick blankets of white and golden lamp posts standing to attention against the papery background. She had read all she could; impulsively feathered her fingers across the rosy – pink shape on her father’s wall map.

It was a foggy Saturday morning. Dew covered the purple, orange and pink roofs. The green flooring was flooded with muddy fragments. The intricate rays of sun shone through the water beads. My family left our cubicle apartment and joined the colony for the work day in the immaculate village.

A slow red sphere, pulsating with light and energy, rose across the hazy horizon; feeding the once dark and bleak island with colours, sound, and life. It was like an artist’s canvass slowly coming to life, as splashed the surface with colours and hues, and carefully put together his masterpiece. The island suddenly lit up as if someone had suddenly twisted the brightness knob on a television set, and flicked on the volume. The dark and mysterious trees and plants suddenly lit up with radiant joy, and I saw the finer detail of my surroundings in the brightness of the morning sun. As I got up I saw a multitude of ants scurrying about on the dark gnarled root, I gazed deeper into the ants world, staring in fascination at the various dark

Mareikura slowly and carefully stepped onto the concrete path, looking above the metal gate at the massive Tauranga house. The Veranda was made of darkly painted wood, and a rocking chair was situated by the doorway. She took a deep breath and took in the spirit of the house, with it’s delicate kowhai trees; and small lake. The flowers of the kowhai trees gently cascaded down in soft bunches. After a few minutes of her being at the house, Mareikura and Elena headed outside to explore. They came across a bench that was near the small lake and laid down underneath it. Elena pulled out a notebook and stationery out of her leopard print backpack from equip, and Mareikura eagerly agreed to help Elena draw pictures. Elena drew bright pictures of princes and princesses, while Mareikura drew black and white pictures of the family she once had. As much as Mareikura loved it when she stayed with her best friend, she still missed spending time with her parents as a family. It wasn’t dark where they were, but the sun was starting to set. The sky was painted an array of pink, yellow, and purple. She glanced around in awe at how beautiful it was. The multi colours of the sky reminded her of fireworks, but it wasn’t just the sunset that was beautiful. The whole moment was beautiful. The house was beautiful, the scenery was beautiful, the sunset was beautiful, and spending the evening with her best friend added to the aesthetic. As she glanced around the property she saw a man