Descriptive Writing: A Trip To Healen Chà Beach

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, feeling the adrenaline rushing through my veins. The voice behind makes me aware that the moment is finally there. Like in trance my feet start moving, feeling the soft grass, only disturbed by a few small rocks, through the thick layer of my tramping boots. The wind is howling around my ears and gets louder and louder just like an approaching steam engine. Then, void. My feet feel nothing but cold,light air.The trees, which surrounded the mountain, become smaller until they are only a bunch of tiny green dots blended in with houses, now looking like toys. Under me, the dark blue lake. The only thing keeping me from falling, those thin, colorful cords connected to the parachute, equally in its colors.

This book is a true story about a company from 2nd Battalion, 7th Marine Regiment, during the Chosin Reservoir in November of 1950 when China was getting involved in the Korean War. The company had to hold a hill so that other Marine units could fight their way clear of the Chinese and make it to the coast to get out of North Korea.

“Forgotten Ship: A Daring Rescue As Saigon Fell” is an emotional and factual account of the devastation caused after North Vietnam defeated the South. Similar to Ha’s story,

We were one step closer to base, but everyone was still vigilant of any dangers. Collins began to talk about his family life and his longing to be home again. I shared how in my wildest dreams I never thought I would be in Vietnam instead of high school. Others shared their stories shared their stories and the fear which inched through our body began to leave us. We were halfway there and Collins began to joke about Vietnamese soldiers which made my comrades chuckle. I didn't hate them. In fact, I had no dislike towards any of the soldiers who I fought. The only reason I showed no compassion for them was because it was my job. So I joined in the laughter and our pace began to slow as we talked away. We were three hours into our trek and we estimated we had walked about six miles. What we didn't know is that we actually had only walked four miles. As the chatter grew louder, someone heard movement near us. We froze like ice sickles suspended from a gutter. The fear grew feverishly throughout our group with our hands glued to our guns. We heard more movement and it seemed to be running towards us. As we continued to listen for the predator, we witnessed a red fox dart past us as fast as a bullet. We all began to chuckle and look at each other with a face with emotions mixed with fear, happiness, and every emotion in between. We contiNued our trek, but at a my h faster pace. As we walked, we did not speak. We all became focused on the common

Nestled snuggly into the Blue Ridge Mountains was Ridgecrest, North Carolina. Getting there was no joke seeing as the ears popped every five minutes, but the scenery was beautiful.

The pungent saltiness of the bayou is like the nostalgic smell of gasoline, repulsive and nauseating but irresistible. Looking in one direction I could swear that I was in the midwest. Cow pasture is stretched out for miles. Taking in the landscape completely, however, is like looking at my childhood bedroom that I shared with my sister. Although this is one place, there are two worlds here, separated into two perfectly portioned pieces. This land is a shared space between deep swamps and flat plains, with a near perfect line drawn down the center separating the two. The cows and alligators own this land for most of the year. The only time they are taken away from their home is for a week in the spring. The fertile land is transformed into T-Bois Blues Festival, an event that is the culmination of a tight knit group of friends and colleagues working together for one common goal. The desire to propagate

I have always loved traveling and have been on many unforgettable adventures during my life so far. Although, when asked to talk about a specific vacation, my mind immediately draws back to my trip in April of 2015. My family and I planned to go to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. In the past, we had experienced the scorching, hot, Mexican sun but have never quite experienced on the Pacific Coast. Personally, I was ecstatic for this next vacation. I previously knew that Puerto Vallarta was known as “The Pearl of the Pacific” and to be completely honest that is what intrigued me the most. I spent countless months up to a year purchasing new clothes, accessories, and books to help make my trip even more enjoyable. So, generally speaking, the moment

As the sun quickly rose over the visible horizon of the dark blue, brisk waters of the Atlantic Ocean in Palm Beach, Florida, John knew he was late as he threw his rod and tackle box onto his fishing boat. The boat had a navy blue hull with white and brown accents that emphasized the boat and on the side was painted “Sharon” in memory of his wife who had died the year before. He untied the cleats attaching his boat to the pier, started up the engine and as the exhaust filled the air, he set off.

Mya sits at the heart-shaped vanity in the center of her bedroom, draped in a dark purple rose as Tiffany, the twenty something MAC cosmetic makeup artist Mya hired to make her face perfection. She left nothing to chance. This was the most defining moment of her life thus far. Every detail would be remembered, gossiped and analyzed by Joe dick eaters and haters alike submitting her rein at Overbrook high school as the baddest chick once and for all.

Awe. Light is not beautiful without darkness. My Dad and I stepped outside the cabin into the wee hours of a crisp autumn morning. We were to prepare for a fishing derby that would begin at sunrise and walked down a dark gravel road toward the docks. Already tired to begin with, the freezing mountain air made me even more tired which made be even more cold. The wind blew the terrible odor of a dumpster our way which made the walk even more unbearable. Then, something caught my eye. Through the almost bear trees above me, I saw a canopy filled with stars glimmering through. I found myself face to face with the universe in a cosmic desert, each star a grain of sand.

For my trip to Louisiana I would bring along two of my friends. I would bring along Granddaddy Cain, because on car rides it is better to have Quality Company than to have quantity in company. One quality of his that I admire is that he is described as “tall and quiet like a king” (Bambara, 67). This quality is repeated twice in the story and is inferred from the description of his large hands. Another good quality is his manners in which he deals with the two men. He starts out nice and welcomes both men “like he’d invited them to play cards and they’d stay too long” (68). After Cathy describes how his coworkers would describe him granddaddy Cain. He then gives the two men a reason to leave by swatting at their camera and makes it hit the

As I got off the plane, the scorching sun was already baking me. I had just landed in warm and sunny Arizona after spending the winter months freezing in Indiana. Unfortunately, I was only able to spend a week in Phoenix while my parents were doing business. My parents, Wendy and Aaron Joslin, were in Phoenix for a seminar on selling and producing cabinets. Despite the dull information on the new technology of cabinets, it was a week that taught me how to appreciate nature while also peaking my interest in the history of America, for that reason, I will always think pleasantly back to the time spent in Arizona.

As we waited for our food, I took to peering out the diner’s large storefront window that we seated ourselves next to and I people watched as the citizens of Mt. Harrison went on about their daily lives.

The ocean in South Carolina is an amazing site. You see boats,people,fishing,swimming,children playing. If you like any of those i suggest moving there. One day my dad caught a 75 pound stingray.

I walked along the beach. As I was walking I could feel the fresh smell of the beach like it was an air freshener but it also smelled that gave me a tingle in my nose. As I kept walking along the beach I could feel the light breeze coming against me. This fresh air felt warm as I felt like I was sleeping in a comfortable bed. I kept walking in the beach, as I did it felt like an escape to all my problems and also my stress. Beach felt like a solution to all my problems and could be open with anything.