Descriptive Narrative Essay

It had been like dying, that sliding down the mountain pass. It had been like the death of someone, irrational, that sliding down the mountain pass and into the region of dread. It was like slipping into fever, or falling down that hole in sleep from which you wake yourself whimpering. We had crossed the mountains that day, and now we were in a strange place – a hotel in central Washington, in a town near Yakima. The eclipse we had traveled here to see would occur early in the next morning. I lay

Title 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. As I begin to stretch my legs to run I feel the tightness of my thigh begin to loosen. I hear the mumbles of all of my teammates as they surround near me. The wind plays with

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

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. My family and I were always at the beach because my uncle at one point in time ran his own fishing charter business. He would always take my siblings and I out on a boat

The Graduation 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. It was the beginning of summer break in June, I could feel

It’s hard to explain, the feelings and thoughts I had that day. Immense joy, and yet towering fear. So many words come to mind, looking back on it now. I felt alienated, yet accepted. I felt accepted, with the other women standing by me. I felt alienated by the immense amount of mens eyes on us. A penetrating stare, as though we didn’t belong. Anxious, yet eager. It’s nerve wracking being the first, being a leader. But I knew this was my place. Superior, yet inferior. Superior, with that crisp uniform

Prologue 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. Oh shit, I thought. I

“Hey…” my manager was yelling at me from down the aisle to continue stocking the toilet paper on the shelves.”that sharmin won't stock it self!”. I sighed and stocked 20 more boxes of toilet paper before the end of my shift. I didn't have a car so i decided to walk to the nearest bus stop. “Tomorrow is the big day” I chattered through clenched teeth.”Yes tomorrow I get two weeks of freedom. Tomorrow was of course the day I flew from my home town to hawaii for vacation. I went home with a warm feeling

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. The traffic traveled franticly that day, forcing our old, rusty, black avalanche to exceed the maximum speed limit on Highway 13. We neared Central City, Iowa

Hopping out of bed, I got dressed and quickly grabbed a protein bar while I ran out the front door. My shoes scuffed as I sprinted towards the lake, slowing down by the trees. Being a stuntwoman, I practice different flips and challenges during any free time available. Castaway off the tree, cork on the wet, green grass, and finally I did a butterfly twist into the refreshing, clear lake. The bright blue sky shone above me, hitting my back like a heater on a cold winter day. I was wearing a