Descriptive Narrative Descriptive Short Story

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.

I came out of the black SUV looking like a prince, wearing a crisp, golden, silk kurta with a white hat and a silk scarf. Immediately, I was thrown off to to side of the marble building like a tennis ball before knowing that it was actually two photographers who had pulled me out of the car like I was a celebrity. But, at the time, I actually was one!

Most people stopped smiling. Screams were heard. Dancing stopped. Why were people screaming? All I heard was the beat of the music. People began running towards the front door, into the bathroom, behind the bar. Anywhere they could hide. I stood on my tiptoes to see the commotion, A guy was holding a gun, shooting us. Bodies dropped rapidly. My heart sunk. Where was Travis? Kendra? I couldn’t find my best friends. Still on my tiptoes, I looked around. I saw Kendra. Then a crowd of people engulfed her and I could no longer see her. I hoped that my friends would be okay before I rushed into the bathroom. A small pile of people cowered together upon hearing the bathroom door swing open. They thought I was him. Once seeing I held no weapon, they yanked my t-shirt sleeve and pulled me into the pile of crying, shaking, scared friends. I pulled out my phone, clicking it on then opening the thread of messages between my mom and I. Quickly, I typed a brief explanation of what was happening and where I was. I sent an ‘I love you both’ before shoving my phone back in my pocket. I gripped a stranger’s hand tightly, tears rushing down my face like a waterfall. A sob choked in my throat, causing my breath to hitch, letting out a hiccup. A stranger hugged me closer. The shouts wouldn’t leave my head. I heard them all over, I heard the shrieks, the calls for help. Why is this happening? was all I could think. I squeezed my eyes shut, throwing my hands over my ears,

“The police are here!” She tugs on my arm in relief, but I don’t remove my gaze from the car. I couldn’t see his face, but I could see his snowy wings twitch at times. The sirens grew closer and I rip my gaze from the car and down the street where a cop car had just skid to a stop and watch as two men get out and hurry towards us. “Are you two okay?” He questioned, quizzically. “Did you see it?” He asked peering over at Sophia’s car. “We’re fine. He’s still in there.” I manage to say through the knot in my throat that has just formed as reality crashes down on

"Initially, he wasn't sure what to believe," Leon said. "Della and my mother were both brought in for questioning, much to my dismay. It didn't take long for Mother to confess. She was desperate to protect Della from any suspicion." Leon said. His words came faster. "As you know, Uther had no tolerance for any kind of magic, even if it was used for good. He sentenced her to burn at the stake." Leon's voice wavered at those last words.

Eli was in the shop checking on the shipment that had come in this morning. Glad to see that the parts he had ordered for his current restoration project were all here and in good condition. This put him in a great mood.

Brrring! Brrring! Brrring! Brrring! “What is someone doing calling at 2am” whispers Dave groggily as he wipes his eyes and picks up the phone. Yawning, somehow he manages to make something comprehendible come out of his mouth, “Hello? This is Dave speaking.”

Tonight was supposed to be a fun night…for once. Katherine was sitting at her dining room table, her phone sitting a few inches from her. She covered her eyes with her hands, trying to hold back a hot sob that threatened to erupt from her trembling form. She was a beautiful woman. Average height but with long, blonde hair that flowed all the way down to her hips. Full, ample breasts, long lashes, beckoning lips…she was the type of woman almost any man would want. So…why was she enduring this?

“Why does college have to be so hard, I literally put all my time and effort on my assignment for English but Mrs. Darling gave me a fifty percent! Can you believe a fifty percent” said Marlin.

“Not it” we all get to our right knee and put our finger on our nose trying not to be last. I didn’t want to be it but I didn’t want to get dirt all over my knee, It was worth it though. We all immediately point to Tessa because she was obviously last (like always). She is also the fastest one and we can never outrun her.

The saxophone jazz and chatter from inside creepily faded into the dark streets. I was lurking outside the bar and quickly pacing back and forth against the window. I looked up and down the empty and dark street before quickly pausing to stare into the bar window. The room glowed between the broken blinds. I searched carefully, standing on my toes to see the full expanse of the room. People were dancing against each other, laughing and spilling drinks. Everyone orbited around a band in the middle of the room, as they swung their instruments creating sultry jazz. My eyes landed on a girl sitting alone, her body almost entirely eclipsed by shadows and creepy red glows. I stole looks, my wet eyes tracing down her body and through her shining hair, hypnotized by the lights trailing across her glowing skin. I chewed harder at the soggy toothpick I held in my lips. Suddenly, I saw a pair of shadows cross the window towards the door and instantly I turned my back and leaned against the window, reaching for a box of camels in my jean pocket. The bar door shuddered open and jazz escaped into the streets until the door crashed shut behind them. A laughing couple stumbled out of the darkness and into the flickering streetlight. From the shadows, I watched them closely, bringing a dry cigarette to my lips. I flicked a lighter and cuffed a hand around the flame. With a sizzle, the orange flame weakly illuminated my hungry eyes as they followed the drunken couple down the street. The

Looking out into the beautiful blue sky while sitting in an enormous pearl white charter boat along with the peaceful sound of the waves crashing up against the side of the boat.Along with simple memories such as riding on a boat in the deep sea and deep sea fishing serves as symbols of the most important memories of my childhood.

“What the heck?!?!” Jordan said sprinting to where the voices were coming from. Since Jordan and her mom lived alone they never were expecting anyone. Especially someone just bursting in unannounced. Jordan turns down the hallway to see 7 men all dressed in black with masks and guns. Her mom trailing behind. Her heart is racing and perplexing thoughts were whizzing through her mind.

I had waited 6 months for this day. The day we went to the beach for my 13th birthday. California beach specifically. We had to leave at 6 o’clock in the morning to get there on time so we could get in our hotel. It took us 7 hours to get there. When we finally got there it was beautiful. Me and my brother were jumping up and down in our seats at the sight of the beautiful clear blue water and the whitest sand i’ve ever seen.

People let me through so I could look out of the big glass window too. The sun was shining at that angle so it took me a minute for my eyes to adjust. But as soon as they did, I saw a blackish grey blob far away but heading in our direction. Nobody could tell what it was, but nobody really stuck around for much longer either. We all went to our offices and started to grab our stuff because we didn’t know why the thing we saw out of the window was doing heading in our direction.