Descriptive Narrative Essay

More than many other types of essays, descriptive essays strive to create a deeply involved and vivid experience for the reader. Great descriptive essays achieve this affect not through facts and statistics but by using detailed observations and descriptions.

After that we headed home. And the car ride home was not good I puked on the side of the road because I was hot and when it is hot I puke.

I never guessed a simple trip home would turn into a life or death situation. It neared the end of summer in 2008; my mom, grandma, and I began coming home from our short vacation that we take every summer to Ames, Iowa while my brother and dad go to Alaska. The sun shimmered down on us as we cruised down the various roads to arrive back home.

Sunday November 12, 2073 we just woke up it seems like we landed outside of a huge building complex. The others and i do not know what is going on i am not ready for this we all have heard about the others and how ships would just take them how can i say it, they was just gone we have never seen this before it was just never seen again. I am strapped onto my seat across from me is a young girl with a high black long ponytail and seems to be wearing a black mask only revealing her eyes, nose, and mouth. The girl across from me is also strapped onto her seat her body is leaning forward and her head is tilted down. Her black long sleeve jacket is dripping in water and her left thigh has a big scar going across it just above her knee her

The alluring sun rays peak through the clouds at Ponder Park as I walk on the damp grass. The sweet faces of those who have come peer off into the distance. This heinous, yet endearing place I have arrived at blows a cool breeze through-out my entire body. Tiring, however its small glimpses of beauty glorifies me.

Bleep! Bleep! Bleep! My eyes snap open and for a split second my surroundings confuse me. It’s not long though until I recognize just where I am. The Clarion Hotel in Brown County, Indiana. Someone across the room pounds the wailing alarm clock until all you can here is the air vents tranquil humming (personification). Eventually Captain comes around and raps on the door until we heave ourselves out of bed. It’s so early in the morning, everything around us was a blur of movement as we piled onto the bus, each of us covered in heavy layers over our crimson cross country uniforms. Most of the team crams into the back with earbuds stuffed into their ears to block out the noise, but not me. I’m up towards the front decked out in baggy grey sweatpants that practically swallowed my torso and three layers of shirts to block out the frigid morning air. No one can tell if I’m warm or not though, because all I can do is bounce my leg up and down and up and down. I’m sure if Captain didn’t have the heat blasting I would have driven anyone in earshot absolutely nuts. Can you really blame me though? Me, this tiny little freshman, getting to run with the big dogs. I could run the whole way there and back I’m so excited!(hyperbole)

I'm going to describe a girl for you, try to keep up. Long light brown hair, vintage classy glasses, one lonely dimple on the lower part of her mouth, soft pale skin, stone cold stare, and a dry sense of humor. Can you picture her? Well if you can, then you’ve basically just met me. I usually try to force a smile, wait no scratch that– I used to try to force a smile. Now I'm not saying this so that you can view me as unhappy or negative, but in all fairness who has a smile as their natural way of expression. By all means, my personality, interests, and hobbies are the fundamental building blocks to the life I choose to live.

By mid-morning it was blistering hot outside. The metal box of a train car meant even higher temperatures inside the non-air-conditioned box car. The camels didn’t seem to mind but I was about to wilt. We were nearly to Huntsville when the train stopped again. Across the tracks from where we stopped an older man stood watering his flowers. Water never looked so cool and inviting as it did that hot Summer morning. I must not have been the only one the water called to as at about the same time, as if on cue, a half a dozen of us hopped off the train and ran over to where the water bearer was standing. One of us asked if we could borrow his hose. He replied with a smile and handed it over, laughing as we doused ourselves and each other with the cool liquid. Holding the hose over my head, I first tensed from the shock of the cold water hitting my head then relaxed as it ran down my body, quenching my parched skin. Thankfully, our train waited just long enough for us to get some relief before jolting awake. Thanking our anonymous friend, I handed him the hose as we all ran back to our silver carriage, waving as we pulled away. I’ve often wondered what he thought about that day. Did he tell the story about the time the circus train stopped at his house to have a water party?

“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.

I restore and rebuild cars and find myself tangled in the use of appropriate English to explain a process I use for specific situations. It takes a lot of time to explain the whole process, so I decided one night to make my own word to describe the process. The word I created explains the process. I was inspired by a book titled Frindle written by Andrew Clements that I read in elementary school. In my research I discovered many ways that new words can be created. These ways are the randomizer approach, making a noun have a new, different twist, and turning objects into verbs. I think everybody should know these three methods, so they too can make their own word or words to contribute to the English language.

The front windows were rolled down as wind washed through the steadily moving car. A strong stench of month-old fruit, cigarette smoke and general grime was hidden only by wafting aftershave, purchased at last weeks five dollar sale. Glued across the grey vinyl upholstery were crumbs of every imaginable food source, accompanied by a myriad of colourful drink stains. A selection of ear-aching top one hundred 80s hits hummed over the radio as the engine chugged and gurgled. The car was red, or at least it would have been before streaks of copper coloured rust engulfed the ageing steel. I looked outside at endless rows of traffic and smelt the the pungent car fumes filling my nostrils. Here in this rolling pile of grey, I felt consumed by circles pollution. Heat was creating shimmery mirages across the black bitumen surface. A long jail-like fence enclosed the miles of road, blocking any sight of green that lay beyond. It created an imposing shadow across the lanes of pavement lying in front. Like an old security guard, the fence was strong but silent, a present reminder of safety but also of restriction. The sky was coloured like a graphite sketch, a blended mix of greys. Flocks of squawking birds were flying overhead but their calls were barely audible beneath chords of blearing car horns. The air was heavy to breathe, a strange putrid cocktail of smoke, petrol and humidity. I turned my mind back to the station wagon as the wheels began to roll and the traffic finally

As i peered over a mob of people I started to get nervous.Then the speaker said for everyone to get their boys and as soon as he said that , everybody started running to find their Marines. As i sprinted towards my brothers direction,I caught a glimpse of his face and yelled his name. When he looked at me i knew i would never forget this precious moment.My trip to San Diego to see my brothers was one of the best trips ever.

RIINNGGG. The alarming sound coming from the school bell interrupted my nap as I had been sleeping through a lengthy lecture about Ludwig Van Beethoven. I looked out the window, seeing the long, gray clouds covering the sky. I guessed that it might rain sooner or later. I yawned softly, quickly glancing around to make sure no one noticed that I had taken a snooze the whole period.

I felt my heart pounding in my chest as if it was trying escape. I started to feel nauseous. I look over at my teammate, Amos and he was passed out; either from shock or motion sickness. The plane jerked and my head limpley flung forward and hit the chair in front of me. I struggled to keep my eyes open as I looked up at the pilot. His seatbelt was hanging off of the chair, his eyes were closed, and from what I saw in all of the comotion, his chest was not moving.

I raced through the city; my heart was beating faster and faster with every stride. The air coursed through my brindle-colored coat. With me is my closest companion, my sister, Mabel. She only came along because I told her there would be birds she could chase. But the real reason I wanted to go was to explore the city in which I was born.