Descriptive Narrative Writing

Laying in bed, Meg wonders if the hurricane will miss them, hoping it will miss them. Picturing herself flying out of the attic, she imagines it will be like The Wizard of Oz, except she wouldn’t be going to Oz, she will be trapped in a wild hurricane, in her rickety, beat-up bed. Meg’s mind keeps wondering as she waits for the first noise of the hurricane.

I was surrounded by the sound of graphite moving anxiously over paper. The clamor filled my ears and collided with the dull ticking of the clock that hung over the SAT proctor’s disorderly, graying hair. There were only eighteen minutes left and I still had not written a single word. The prompt reverberated in my head like a ringing bell, but I could not form cohesive thoughts. My heart raced and my fingernails dug into the curve of my palm in panic, leaving small, pallid impressions in their wake. Pleading with myself, I considered the page that lay askew on the on the chipped desk in front of me. I wrote a desperate and painfully arbitrary sentence that I quickly erased. Nothing sounded right. I had studied and prepared for this moment with

The cold rain fell down on my body as I involuntarily shiver from the cold wet feeling on my skin. I look around to find myself surrounded by puddles of water and no way out. My breath was visible through the air. I was one of the best days to run in as well as the worst. It was another exciting day at track.

The sounds of the city at night mix with the laughter of my friends. Taxis honking, subways rushing under your feet, and buses rumbling, all carrying their cargo of dead-tired, empty-minded passengers, following the daily routine until they reach their doorstep. For once, I 'm not one of them, not riding my train after a long day at school, brain set to automatic. Today, I am wide awake, soaring a thousand miles high.

A shadow casted itself over the tattered menu in Addison’s hand as she shifts her gaze to the figure standing over her. An overwhelming sensation embodies her as she meets the spellbinding green eyes that stare back. The bottle green eyes that dance with gold flecks were once her grounding point yet now look so alien. Her gaze drifts along his features, taking in each of them as though he was a painting she was seeing for the first time. A painting that had been so carefully crafted yet seemed so effortless with his slightly crooked nose and flawlessly tousled hair. A small smirk playfully tugs at the corner of his lips as he slides into the battered booth seat across from her.

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The chief offered his hand and escorted Dana to the next area. A force field dropped and lights popped on ahead of them, leading down a circular corridor, Dana recognized the place. They were in the old mines. Now, these mines were transformed into sheen tunnels, led to rooms with protected secrets for the future. Her heart pounded faster with excitement plumbing through her veins.

I’ve been here, in the middle of the Arizona desert, stranded for 15 days. If I don’t find water soon, this might be the last you’ll hear from me. Many nights I have slept with a big palm tree leaf I had found after the crash. Cactus has been my only source of food this rough, long period of time, and had been drinking through my sock, for clean water, with damp soil. It’s been forever since I've been so tired been of prickly pears.

On April 14, 2017, I was reminded to never take life for granted. When you’re seventeen, you think you have all the time in the world. However, on this day, time came rushing in. I had just put on my bathing suit and gone to the beach barely even making a dent in the sand. My cell phone buzzed continuously like the nagging of a dog whining for food at the foot of the dinner table. The type of noise you drown out constantly. After settling into a soft sandy spot, I decided to take a quick peep at the missed calls. My sister had called multiple times which is rare. A little curious, I called her back. She answered in a panic with the muttering of alarming words “Mom’s been run over, and we have to go home now! Come get me.”

I sat in the auditorium of my elementary school waiting for my name to be called. It was the day of my fifth grade farewell ceremony rehearsals. Our Principal breezed through the names of my classmates, when she got to my classes’ list my name was first. She paused and squinted at the paper as if the font had gotten smaller. She moved the paper closer and pushed her glasses on the tip of her nose. “Hannah... I’m not going to say your last name because I am going to butcher it.” I was instantly filled with embarrassment and I became choked up as I tried to help her pronounce my African last name.

“Yeah go ahead and run Trinity!!! Run like you always do!” My mom slurred sloppily from the front porch. I sprinted toward South Mission Beach. As I ran further, I heard the screen door close with a loud clannnnng…my mom still yelling drunken nonsense in the distance. That was

I had woke up to the tranquility of a Sunday night there was a slight breeze, It was May 29th, 2016 around eight p.m. I was alone and confused in a poorly, lit living room. I stared into these white walls that were so bright it felt as if you were staring into snow, I was stuck and could only think, “I just have to organize all my things for tomorrow before I fall back asleep.”  I sat there on my couch tired from the late night before. I felt time was ticking as the sun faded with each second, I prepped my things for work the next morning. When I had finished with organizing my belongings I sat back onto my black couch that was so stiff it felt as if you were laying on a walk board from a pier. The first thing I did was grab my phone. At

The sweetly, disgusting smell of vape juice filled the air and the sight of my new classes burned my eyes, but that wasn't the only problem. My new school was like a college campus, it had three schools about a hundred yards away from each other and the students had to walk between the buildings just to get to some of their classes, but that's only half of it. Being the newest, Plymouth High School was nice, but the problem with this school was that it was designed like a prison, not to mention it also felt like one. The oldest, Salem, definitely showed its age; the school colors were blue and white, but for some reason, the lockers were a nasty yellow with rust spots all over them, so in other words they looked like moldy cheese. Last but

There I was. Stranded in between 5 apartment complexes, that to me, felt like standing in between the world’s tallest buildings. I didn’t have access to any of them and I couldn’t feel my body. It was as if my soul was floating around crying for help. My body gave up on me after being in the raging cold for so long. The ferocious wind stung my nose and ears. For a moment, all I could taste was the fresh pale fluffy substance filling up in my mouth as I slowly collapsed into a snow filled grave shaped dome.

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.