Descriptive Speech

It has been six very long days, I cannot wait any longer for the chapter to be uploaded, I am both excited and exhausted. The days usually pass me by finding new short stories to read, which for the most part lasts a day or more. Then I am back to finding new stories and I always find some good ones, because of the several genres that are on the website. The website is called Wattpad. It is where my favorite writer can make his talent shine. The website is where the youngsters and college students get their best drafts up on the website for the readers to enjoy and as the time passes the writers grow into their best version of themselves in the writing department. The writers are mostly college students and High Schoolers that have a love for writing. The books have many genres but my interest will always be in the romance books. The romance genre is popular since it's mostly teenagers that are acquainted with Wattpad. Even though the romance books can get a little repetitive I love how the plots are always twisted to the author's liking. The books are rarely complete mostly, because of the authors' lifestyle, whether they have too much to do in school or their interest goes to another story they have been writing. The incompleteness irks me since that means I would not know what is going to happen. I try to stay away from the unfinished tales, nevertheless, I end up with one in my reading list anyway. The story I am currently interested in is incomplete, that is only

Hurrying to my seat in the back of English, I sit down, and start preparing for class. I pull out my composition notebook from my backpack and start to doodle little sunflowers all over the lined paper. I sit alone in the back of class, but I don't mind because I’m not really a people person. No one wants to sit with me anyways. My table is right next to a large window, so I stare out it often, watching raindrops race each other, or clouds drifting through the sky. The sound of Mrs. Wright clearing her throat brings me out of my daze. Her 4-inch heels click-clack against the tile floor, and she walks to the front to signal the beginning of class.

Breathing is such an essential function; its significance is often times forgotten, but it is so much more than something we, as humans, do to stay alive. A breath can indicate an emotion almost as well as a facial expression, for it is a spiritual component as much as a somatic one. A breath is something so tangible here on earth that in the cold, an exhalation can be seen saturating the air with its warmth. After a run, a breath can be heard as it becomes more and more laborious for the person taking it, yet the most important breaths, more so the absence of them, are the ones that are often overlooked. These moments, the ones that steal a precious breath, are the moments we live for.

The trapezius is a large, kite-shaped muscle located on the back, and has the job of all movement of shoulder blades and extension of the head at the neck. It deals with moving and rotating, and is aligned against the spine as well. When it gets pulled or injured, it can cause excruciating back pain, muscle spasms, inability to move the neck, and more. What it means, is that there is a muscle on your back connected to so many different parts of you, that when messed up causes so much pain. Senior year of high school I ruined this muscle, and it still haunts me today.

A mere minute before my first High School Band audition for the Lewis Palmer Wind Symphony, I sobbed like a gloomy, sunburned skunk. Tears ran down my red, splotchy face as I stood in the middle of a crowd of Seniors who decided to watch from the distance, not wanting to be affected by my spray. Being the amazing person that she is, however, my mom came to my rescue in the midst of the onlookers and was able to solve all of my life’s worries with one sentence: “Everything is going to be okay.”

That's what they used to call me because I used to add a “T” to the front of my name. Since I could remember I grew up with a speaking disabled that affect how I pronounce my words.

“Are you ready? We are going to be late; hurry up, come on, move it, let's go,” my mom yelled from down stairs.

“Smile!” the photographer yells. My soon to be step-mom (Jen) wraps her arm around me. I can feel her hand brushing against the soft, smooth lavender gown that I’m wearing. I lean in closer to Jen causing my hand to sweep against the cold, embroidered beads on her beautiful wedding dress. Her decorative hairpiece was gracefully placed beside the bun of dark brown hair.  Jen’s dress and jewelry spoke volumes (Personification). Again, I make a few adjustments to my dress and flowers to guarantee the photo turns out well. I swiftly brush away a few strands of hair that have fallen on my face, they had fallen out of my big, brown braid. A smile naturally stretches across my face as the happiness is enough to make even a sullen person smile.

With the vast possibilities of imagination, nonfiction descriptive writing has become very instrumental in allowing readers the opportunity to live experiences led by various authors in the field. As a result, most readers envision writers as artists expressing their paintings in writing, using a pen as the brush and a paper as the canvas. Using this analogy, readers expect to enjoy the meaning of the story through the content, experience some sense of verisimilitude through the style, and perceive the attention to detail through the grammar. With these key concepts in mind, one looks to examine two nonfiction descriptive writings by two different authors on two different subjects and try to determine how these various central concepts make each story truly exceptional. For this analysis, one examines E.B. White’s Once More to the Lake and Langston Hughes’ Salvation.

After a long, silent car ride my mom walked me through the airport. We went through security and got to the plane. “Goodbye Izzy, I’ll miss you,” despite how mad I was I had to hug her. “Goodbye mom.” I boarded my flight to New Mexico. The captain said that the flight would be 2 hours. I tried to clear my mind and just watch a movie. I didn’t see any movies I liked, or even knew (apart from the ones I watched when I was younger). I picked a movie that I thought looked good, but it was really boring.

It was the evening after Halloween in 2016, nervous, tired and excited. My team as well as other cheer teams gathered up in small groups dancing around in circles. As soon as the music stops, we all knew that it’s the time we all had been waiting for, the awards ceremony. This ceremony tells us if we go to Wescon (regionals) or not, and if we do go to Wescon there is a chance we can go to Walt Disney World for Nationals. Everyone was so nervous, but once the announcer called our division we all knew it was time. We were all squeezing each others hands as they called second place. It wasn’t us. Once the announcer said, “and for first place…” we all went silent as this moment could make or break us. “ The Huntington Beach Chargers” the announcer yelled. We started screaming as two of my teammates got the trophy. We were excited.

Caleb is a sweet caring guy would not hurt anyone of anything in the world. He has two friends both named Jacob. He gave them nickname for instance Jb was his friend over 6 years and Jhardy is his football friend. One afternoon Jb asked to Caleb “Hey come to the party with me and Jhardy?” Caleb was being really thoughtful about this because he would only know two people. Caleb responded “Yes, but only stay by my side because I don’t want to feel alone.” Quickly with Jb sudden reaction with excitement said, “Yes!”

I woke up with a pit in my stomach. I had a bad feeling like something was wrong. Like something terrible would happen. I quickly get clothes from my dresser and rush down stair so I can get my breakfast before the bus comes. I was trying to quickly eat,The bus came right as I took my last bit barely giving me time to make it. I was freezing the whole bus ride because I had forgotten my jacket.

Every human culture has a system of language, which has similar grammatical rules and design, which change and adapt depending on cultural, social, or geographic context. Traditionalists believe language is an unchanging symbolic system with a set of rules that students learn at school (Gardner, 2017a). Lyons (1995) describes language as a conventional system. Similarly, Chomsky (1957) claims language has a set of sentences that have either finite or infinite elements. Likewise, Clark (1996, as cited in Gee & Hayes, 2011) states language is a cognitive process that describes how people speak grammatically. Every language shares Syntax (grammatical rules) and Semantics (structure, phrases, clauses) however, the Phonology (sounds), Lexis (vocabulary) and Orthography (spelling rules) can change depending on the context or relationship of people communicating (Chomsky 1957, 1986; Comrie 1981; Greenberg 1978). Therefore, language is dynamic and the meaning placed on words or the Phonology, Lexis or Orthography can change to meet the context of the situation (Gardner, 2017b). For example, Australian English uses words like colour, mum, recognise, behaviour, whereas, American English spells the same terms color, mom, recognize, behavior (Gardner, 2017c; Grellier & Goerke, 2014). Similarly, Australian has different types of dialects and languages that people use during conversations. For example, Aboriginal English is a variety of English spoken within remote communities.

Some of the most confusing thoughts that a young girl can have is “Why does all of my friends have two parents but I only have a mom?” “Who is my dad?” “Where is my dad?” “Will I ever met my dad?” Eventually, all of these questions will be confronted and answered; on April 5th, 2008, my dad was released from a Federal Correctional Facility. This particular day, my mom approached me and sat me down to say that I am going to meet my dad for the first time. Because I never met this man, various emotions were running through me, I was scared, excited, but carious all at once. I had so many questions I wanted to ask my father such as, “Where have you been?” “Do you recognize me?” “Do you know my name?” Being an 8 year old girl, I didn’t digest how meeting my father can affect me as a person.