Descriptive Essay : ' The Golden Chariot '

I enjoyed looking at her. She was a slender, small-breasted girl with an erect carriage, which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulder like a young cadet. Her gray sun strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming, disconcerted face.” Nothing in those lines expresses the excitement and passion that a man whose truly attracted to a woman displays when they are interested and wants to date you. There was definitely no butterflies in his stomach for

Ever since Alma was an infant she adored strolling through the narrow alleys and backstreets of Paris, one street in particular always deserted, made it her favorite. Alma had the street all to herself. As she pranced around in her favorite alley, she noticed a petite chalkboard for the first time. Intrigued by the board, she inspected it and acknowledged that written on the board was the names of various people, she concluded that she would write her own name. As she scribbled her name she recognized out of the corner of her eye the store across from her had a girl her age peering through the window towards her. As she investigated deeper she noticed the doll looked eerily exactly like her. As Alma steps forward the doll dashes away. Bewildered, Alma walks toward the store. As she gets nearer the door creaks open and Alma steps toward it, however the door seals shut. Discouraged, Alma walks away, but once more, something caught her attention. Turing around, she sees the door creak open yet again, and this

The inn keeper's parlor was the best in town, they told her. His wife was wearing a heavy dress, adorned with lace and a massive broach that she raised a plump hand to touch, as if to be certain it was still there. They spoke of the massive rug, bought from Paris, and the finely crafted furniture they all sat upon. The preacher listened quietly, smiling as though their vanity wasn't a sin, while Mrs. Hartford eyed the dress with longing. Della thought that the dress was tasteless. The lace was poorly made, and the line of the bodice wasn't flattering. The fabric was an odd shade between blue and green, and the woman inside it was far less appealing. She didn't bother to mention that her own parlor had been filled with crystal, and priceless art her father had collected around the world. She didn't mention that her toys had cost more than Mrs. Johnson's gowns, or that she was mispronouncing the tea they'd been served. Not to be kind, not to be deceptive, but because did not matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. She'd given up that life to marry Ben, given up her family, given up her home and her gowns and her education.

7. The setting is used as a reflection of the woman's inner emotions. The sun shines and birds sing with no sign of gloom because she is not actually mourning as she thinks to herself. The lack of sorrow from the woman cause the setting to seem even more lovely to her as she realizes she is feeling joy. The details used by the writer portray a sense of well being and positivity. The woman reaches out towards the window as if her joy is tangible, this is a vey important

Her enthusiasm lasted till lunchtime, fading only when no one came forward to talk to her, to tell her how beautiful she looked that day, to apologize, perhaps, for the late-night phone call. She is so desperate to know who it was. For her this is one in a billion of amazing things that happen to her. Today would be no different at all, she realized. It was just as if nothing had ever happened. What if it never happens again? Thinking to herself she thought that maybe she was sick and this was all just a dream. No one could ever like someone like her, I mean she wasn’t the prettiest and she didn’t have the “perfect

At 11.26pm a girl with sleek straight hair walked along the middle of a deserted street, the sharp heels of her shoes making a muted click every time they hit the damp cobblestone road beneath them. As she walked her hair swayed only slightly, as if not even the most powerful of winds could cause it to be anything less than beautiful. The girl took beauty very seriously, her outfit was always creaseless, her nails were always without chips and her shoes were always polished to the point of immaculateness. But it was her hair that was the most beautiful thing about her; it was long and as black as the night sky way above her, and shone as if it too had stars though out it. Never was a single hair out of place; never was her hair anything less

So when this little person came and pointed at me, I was taken aback. I mean, thinking about it, of course, it, makes sense she would choose me, the shiniest gem in the entire store. Children like shiny objects from what I hear, but I had been so down I forgot I even had a sparkle to me. It's been years since that child picked me. I’ve seen her face many times in the mirror since then. It surprises me still how she removes every single piece every night before bed. Yet, I remain snuggled between her breasts, since the day I was purchased I’ve only left her neck for minor repairs.

Montag was walking down the street one night and saw a young girl. “Her head was half bent to watch her shoes stir the circling leaves. Her face was slender and milk-white and in it was a kind of gentle hunger that touched over everything with tireless curiosity.” (5). Clarisse is a girl who likes to venture out in her life and wonder about everything and everyone. As Montag and Clarisse were walking she told him “I sometimes think drivers don’t know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly.” (9). Clarisse has a creative imagination, she wants to learn more about why her society acts the way it does, and why people don’t care about others and things while driving. As Montag talks to Clarisse about his job, and now Clarisse is really nosey about everything, she asks him, “Is it true that long ago firemen put fires out instead of going to start them? I heard once that a long time ago houses used to burn by accident and they needed firemen to stop the flames.” (8). With Clarisse and her curiosity, she asked Montag so many questions about his job and wouldn’t stop bugging him as she wanted to get to know more and more about

For once, she wandered toward him with no children in tow. Today, she wore no linen coif, and her elbow-length, blond hair hung down loose. Percival had not realized how thick and glossy it was. And instead of wearing her typical nanny uniform of a stiff beige tunic dress, she wore a pale blue dress, more fitted at the top, and cinched at the waist with dark leather girdle belt. The belt accentuated the curve of her hips, and he color of her dress brought out the light honey color in her eyes. She was even more beautiful than he recalled, and in that instant, her presence was the balm he needed to soothe his agitated soul. He realized that he’d had but one brief interaction with her earlier in the day, yet her presence was exactly what he needed.

As we start to walk up my stairs, I say, “Où pensez-vous que nous devrions commencer?” (“Where do you think we should start?”) I ask her as we step onto the plush carpet in my room. There were clothes strewn across the floor, and under my bed was a living hell. I could tell that when Luna walked in, that she started to look sick. She quickly said, “Tu sais, on pourrait rester. Je pourrais t'aider ŕ nettoyer ta chambre.” (“You know, we could just stay in. And I could help clean your room.”) A quick wave of embarrassment washed over me, but it quickly passed. I knew that this was just her way. It’s not like she can help

She often pondered to herself when her daughter asked for typically feminine items like makeup, thinking if there is an underlying meaning to it. As a result she states, “Love (as well as writing) involves a radical loss of certainty” (295). She shows her readers this “loss of certainty” in her family life, as well as in her writing throughout the whole text

A drop of perspiration made a slow trek down my face as I carefully placed one foot in front of the other, each step taken with a precision a ballerina would envy. The scorching sun was directly behind me, its rays beaming directly through my shirt, making my venture more difficult than it usually was. I hadn’t had luck on my side so far today. The sky was bare of clouds, and no grain bin was tall enough to shade me from the sun. I wore my lucky red shirt specifically for this day. Yeah – I have a lucky shirt, what’re you laughing at? My usual crowd would consist of solely my brother, but today I had two sets of eyes on me. My brother’s, gazing up at me with his permanent look of wonder, and Sarah Crocker’s, her smirk extending beyond her lips

Linda got up and walked to the break room and get a cup of coffee. In there, she saw Lame Linda, Vain Valery, and Cowardly Carlos. She didn’t smile or look at them and just grabbed a mug from the cabinet. “Oh, Linda… Hello.” Said a voice behind her, Vain Valery, of course. “That’s a real pretty skirt you got on today.” She commented. She could hear them exchanging whispers and hid her sad face, she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. “Leave me alone, please.” She said. Linda got her coffee and left in a scurry lowering her

Despite his attempt, Proserpina cried nothing but “Let me go home.” to which Pluto responded, “My palace is much better than that of your mothers. It is made of all pure gold and has beautiful crystal windows. Due to the lack of sunshine there, the halls are illuminated with diamond lamps.” Once they finally have made it back to Pluto’s palace, he turns to Proserpina and reveals his plan. He explains to Proserpina that he wants her to be a servant in his palace; to keep the other workers happy by sharing her radiant youthfulness. At the foot of the palace was a beautiful glowing river. Pluto offers Proserpina a sip and tells that it will make her forget her worries and troubles. Proserpina promptly refuses his offer and says to him that she will not eat or drink not even a morsel of food given to her at the palace.

On a magnificent summers evening sat a dear friend of mine, Gabrielle. As Gabrielle and I spoke we didn’t only enjoy the company of one another, but the amazing scenery that engulfed all of our senses. With the suns’ rays perfectly glistening off of the almost glass like water which was at rest within the lake to the slight tickle of the wind blowing past us. Although this day was breathe taking nothing could have beat how brilliantly her eyes lit up as she talked about what truly drives her to be the wonderful free spirited person she came to be today.