Descriptive Short Story Essay

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 black Under Armour muscle shirt, and light blue jeans. That outfit got drenched, but without caring, I kept swimming.

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 candescent rays of the warm Chicago sun shone through the cream colored sheers of my hotel room, quite a peaceful way to be woken up if I do say so myself. Today was a big day, I finally got to meet Max and Tyler. I’ve known each of them for around a year now over numerous social networks and I’d say it's quite overdue for us to meet. You see, Max and Tyler both live in Milwaukee, and I live in Woodbury, so Chicago is kind of the perfect place for us to meet up. I was excited to see them, but I was also a bit anxious, what if we don’t end up getting along?

Growing up being bullied, I never had a friend to help me through all of that crazy nonsense.

I was wasted. I can see the colors again. When I tell this to people they look at me like i just grew two heads. This has been happening to me since i was 19 and drank in my parents basement. Now i'm 22. I've grown to learn what the colors mean. I believe they're auras. Why i only see them while i'm drunk, i dont know. I take a peek at the bartender. He was a strapping young man. Young and beautiful. 24 at the most. He was tall and brawny with black hair and a bit of a stubble. He had beautiful light blue eyes, which was magnificent with his dark complexion. He had a pink aura, as i did. A person walks over and sits by me. She's petite with beautiful black curly hair in a ponytail. She had dark, smooth skin. She had strikingly beautiful facial features. A sharp jaw line and a perfectly contoured nose and face. Her beauty looked natural though.Her aura was a light lavender color.

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 upon my body. Inferior, the mens eyes.

“GOAL!”, Shikhar had scored a goal. I was at my friends house, my face buried in the red, leather couch. In front of me was a 65 inch Samsung television My friend and I were playing FIFA on my XBOX and he was destroying me so far in the game. It was only the second minute and he had already scored. My team was FC Barcelona and his team was Real Madrid. I had the legendary forward and he had the legendary FIFA skills. I was mad and I really felt sad after he scored and I was determined to score a goal and win the game. That was mostly because before we started the game we both made a bet of 15 dollars and would be popular at school. He also had a disadvantage in one key area , fortunately. That was his formation. His formation was a 4-3-3 attack which was three forwards three midfielders, a left back, a right back, two center backs, and one goalie. I had a 4-3-3 holding which meant that I had a defensive midfield instead of just three plain old midfielders. Overall, this meant that I had a better structure and could defend and while he could only attack well.

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.

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.

I opened my eyes and slowly woke up. I breathed in the moist, salty air. I sat up and looked around my room. I looked at the plastic skull with carvings on it I had bought the night before. It looked so cool, but not as cool as when I bought it. As I climbed out of bed, I heard the door open in the main room. I listened through my door, as my Mom, and some other man talked about room service. Guess it was time to eat. I opened my door to a fantastic view. We were in Mexico, Ixtapa for spring break, and the whole living room was open to the elements. It was a wonderful view through the resort onto the beach. There was a small infinity pool that stretched over the balcony. It was beautiful. I walked over and sat down at the glass table. There was cinnamon bread, milk, and other sweet foods and drinks. As I ate, I thought about what was to come. I was excited for today.

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in Philadelphia. The air was fresh and the fog was