Mine Descriptive Writing

My artifact is a necklace and it’s so unique and important to me because it has my name on it. And it’s so beautiful, in the middle there is my name with Arabic letters it’s so old so I don’t wear it any more but it still my favorite on of all. I allow keep it in a small box in my bed room near to me so that nobody will play or touch it. I get it when I was 11 years old from a special people in a special event. It from my family they give it to me as a present when I pass my sixth grad, I was so happy that day and until now every time I look at it I remember how hard I worked to pass that school year. It also my first necklace in my life I keep it until now because I love my family. When I feel upset or depressed I tack it out and keep

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.

Every person has on object in their life that is very precious to the, for me, it is my pearl necklace. They are small and round and a lustrous cream color with a pink sheen. They have a tiny gold clasp that holds the necklace together. My pearls tell a story than no other personal artifact can: my heritage. The pearls symbolized tradition and womanhood in my family’s life, and they were to be worn with dignity and pride. Every holiday, the girls of the family accessorized their outfits with the pearls given by our grandmother. They were something we all had in common: the thread that linked our generations together. I recall looking down at my Nana’s casket and I could almost hear her voice whispering

A mysterious yet beautiful unknown hidden world to human eyes which held the deepest, shimmering eternal blue, just like the finest sapphire jewels or the prettiest earth flowers, hidden deep beneath the dark crystal waters. I was born in these waters, and to the ocean is where I will return and die. I closed my eyes, as I turned my face to the wind. The warm, gentle breeze caressed my bare ivory skin, as I felt the warmth and feeling return to the edges of my fingertips.

My high school class ring is one of the most prized possessions that I own. My ring is gold with an antique finish. My full name is engraved in cursive on the inside of the ring. My first name is inscribed on the right side of the ring and my last name is inscribed on the left side of the ring. On the left side of my ring underneath my last name is the Future Business Leaders of America (FBLA) logo with the number fifteen underneath the logo. On the right side of my ring underneath my first name is a volleyball with the number twenty-five on the top of it and the letters FM under the volleyball. There is also a small volleyball net under the letters FM and the number two thousand fifteen on the left side of the volleyball. In the center of

1. Introduction Attention getter: Love, Loyalty, and friendship. Two hands grasping a heart with a crown to finish it off: a piece of jewelry that has so much meaning. a. Reason to listen: Many women and men today wear claddagh rings but do not know much about the history behind them. I’m going to describe how this piece of jewelry is a big part of my life.

When the sun begins to hide behind the horizon there is only one environment on the planet that harnesses the power to leave oneself in complete and utter awe. This one of a kind place captures all of the elements in their perfect and most striking form. The sky bolsters with eloquent colors, the warm sand caresses your toes, and the soothing waves break with the most perfect noise as to not break your focus on the sunset; it is just as captivating as a north poles aurora borealis. A certain feeling drifts along through a slight breeze on this sunset beach as you observe the sunset above the water. It is a warm and comforting feeling that most people can relate to when they experience the affects of love for the first time; a sudden rush of

Magnificent, heavenly light filters through the wispy clouds, signifying a new day. The thin clouds slowly drift apart, presenting a beautiful sky beneath. Speaking out to me, the sky seems to know every one of my thoughts, my dreams, my darkest fears. The sky is but a canvas of light, creating a new picture within seconds. Weaving a story through the delicate clouds, the picture grows beyond the expanse of sky. The colors splay before me, painfully beautiful and simple. Pink hues morph into vibrant purples as they blend with the beautiful blues. The glittering stretch of sea shines before my eyes. With every new wave, the light from above whispers promises of riches and sparkling diamonds. The light breeze that kisses the sea sends the twinkling light back into the air above.

A ring is, in and of itself, a frivolous object; it serves no practical purpose and its only functions are symbolic and aesthetic. They are thus also a symbol of the wealth and power of the owner; a demonstration that they have so much money they can afford to

If I do not have it on I feel as if I am missing something. It became more than a status symbol, a symbol of being Irish, or a reminder of my family; it became a part of me. There are times when I had thought I had lost it and just didn’t know what I would do. In a way it has become a fetish because it has taken on a meaning beyond its original intent. It has become something that I do not know if I could ever pass on like my mother had passed her ring onto me. My ring relates back to the stories of D. Gorton and Mr. Hubbard in “Voices in the Kitchen: Cooking Tools as Inalienable Possessions” by David Sutton and Michael Hernandez. With D. Gorton his cooking utensils had become a part of him just like my ring has become a part of me while Mr. Hubbard cast iron skillet reminds him of his family and heritage just like my ring

As I sit here, on the hood of my car looking out into the vast field I think to myself, why this place? Out of all the places that mean so much to me, why does this place stand out the most? Everyone has that one spot that is special to him or her for various reasons whether it be a memory, experience, how it makes them feel, etc. For me, my favorite place encompasses all my senses bringing them to an all time high filling me with an overwhelming indescribable feeling. It’s my sanctuary, a safe place, but above all a place to clear my mind and getaway from reality. There aren’t enough captivating words to describe the beauty of this place. In the winter, the vast field covered in a blanket of untouched glimmering snow surrounded by bare

Have you ever had a most prized possession? Well, my most important possession is my spirit ring. The ring is very expensive. It is very important because it is my first spirit ring, and my papa bought it for me. My ring is the same color stone as my uncle. The ring is very pretty.

A ways away from a town that I call home, I found a happy place. I often find myself walking through the park by myself. The beautiful trees, the way the yellow and red leaves crumple under my feet every step I take. When the flowers bloom and how it's the most spectacular sight you could ever imagine seeing, all the different colors that appear. When you breathe in and you get this smell of purity, you feel free and alive. Sometimes I like to sit on the old wooden bench where the bench frame is a little rusted, and I get rid of my thoughts and my eyes search the sky. In the winter the icy breeze makes me shiver, and the cold air I take in, is like sitting in front of an air conditioner and breathing in. Some mornings the sun beams across the sky, which is not quite blue yet, but the sun has almost fully risen. When the wind blows, it grazes over the blades of grass. Some days I just stand and take a deep breath in and I can taste the spring. When summer comes around, and the bees are buzzing, and the hot sun beats on the back of my neck, I lay on the soft grass and listen, to the birds chirping a beautiful song, and the kids playing in the park. The sky is the bluest view in sight.

As a symbol of long lasting commitment to your one true love until death do us part. My great grandmother’s wedding ring has been passed down and is currently in my mother's possession since she is the oldest daughter. I hope that on my wedding day the ring will be passed down to me even though my sister is the oldest between the two of us. It’s very special to me because I love nothing more then imagining my own wedding someday in the near future and hope this heirloom that signifies long lasting love and commitment is passed down to me.

The place where I feel most comfortable is a place where I am calm. A place that is peaceful in its own ways. It is the place to go to get away from all my troubles. It is the one place where I could sit forever, and never get tired of just staring into the deepest blue I have ever seen. It is the place where I can sit and think the best. A place where nothing matters but what is in that little moment. The one place capable of sending my senses into an overload. This place is the ocean.