Descriptive Writing Fog

My boat drifted deeper into the shallow cove and as I approached the shoreline I began to hear a sound I had not heard since I was a boy fishing farm ponds in Tennessee. Even though the sound brought on

Around noon, he began to hear a faint drumbeat and what sounded like many voices. He stashed his supplies in a tree before he looked out over the treeline and saw what seemed to be pillars of smoke rising out of the trees. He began to jog towards it, curious about what it could be. He got closer and closer but then black.

The eerie feeling the surrounding lake gave me was threatening, so threatening it made me want to turn back. Usually I can handle cases like this, but this time it was different. It was pitch and the only hint of light was the moon reflecting of the soft waves of the water. The only sounds was the tide, splashing against the old dock I was standing on at a steady pace. I watched my surrounding cautiously. You could never be too careful out here, but with a job like mine, you always have to be careful.

The Black Legend and White Legend: Relationship Between the Spanish and Indians in the New World

There once was a young women named Andromeda. She resided in the land she had grown up in alone and without family. She was a fair hunter and loved exploring. Her favorite place to wander was along the cliffs that lined the ocean. She would sit and watch as boats came and went and families ran along the beach down below enjoying their days. One day while Andromeda was sitting on her favorite rock on the edge of the highest cliff she seen movement way out in the deep part of the ocean. It did not move like normal objects out in the water. It had a way of just gliding in and out of the waves and even going under every once in awhile. It was huge though, larger than any creature she had seen out in the ocean. She sat there, curious as the object got closer and closer. Soon, as she noticed that it was indeed a rather large creature she heard screams from below and the families scatter and take off. As they began to run the creature rose out of the ocean, long and lanky with a massive mouth and sharp teeth. Andromeda leaped to her feet and as she stood up noticed a section of the rocks she had been sitting on wiggle. With the running of people below the monster had picked up speed and now was

It is a clear afternoon, nice and calm, but it is still dusty. My Ma and Pa was trying their best to gain money however it doesn't work out well overall. I sitting in my chair seeing nothing but random winds with dust. Then I suddenly jumped up. A roaring black wave of death came rushing toward me as if it wanted my soul.

We begin on a dark night with wind whistling and crows cawing. It was fall of 2003, Mike and Erin were biking together. Suddenly they see a shadow in the distance and turned their bikes into a scare. Their Spines chilled and faces froze with fright. They fell down the hill that no one ever dares even lay eyes on. Stories told that there was a woman who died from wood chopping a tree that fell on her. Some people say you could even see her ghost. “Mmmm-ike? Are you ok?” Erin mumbled. Mike groaned in much pain. As Erin weakly stood up, He saw something hovering above Mike. “Mike I need you to listen to me” Erin exclaimed. “Don't move” Mike turned around and gasped! Above him was a stick tied to a tree. “Erin, are you messing with me?” Mike complained.

It was early one summer afternoon, shortly after lunchtime, when I heard my mom scramble towards the door. There was little noise, besides her loud stomps and faint cries through the drywall. The wind whistled faintly through my slightly open windows. Suddenly, the air conditioning kicked in startling me. It sounded as if it was a faint boat in the distance. I could make out the sound of the air conditioning through my vents. My brother’s television powered on, as well as my dad’s. They whispered silently through the insulation. Eventually, it all turned off and once again there was my mom’s loud stomps and faint cries.

My eyes open. A crisp, cold wind blows through my my window and hits my face.The whistle of the fall air flows through one ear and out the other. It was quiet. The sound of nothingness was fiercely stopped by the blaring on my alarm clock. October 13, 2015, at 9:30 AM, I roll over and hit my alarm clock, The repetitive sound disappears. I throw my sheets to the side and step onto the cold wooden floor. I grab a pair of

As the soldiers lay in the rat filled trenches, with bullet's whistling overhead. While the soldiers sleep the enemy never stops throwing bombs near the trench, as they try to catch the sleeping soldiers. Every night when they sleep they need to bear with rats biting their wounds caused by the cold. All the while surrounded by the whistling bullets of the enemies. As a bomb goes off feet away from the soldiers, they hear a quit whistle blow signalling for them to get back to the cold hard war that seems to never end.

A short loud bang echoed through my ears and clumps of mud sprinkled on my pale skin like a cold shower. Edrenalin spreaded through my body faster than I could get up on my feet and look straight. The world was on mute, only a loud ringing whistle existed and it wasn't going away anytime soon. The high pitch sound was dampening and for some reason i was hoping to hear a familiar voice or sound that was of somewhat pleasing like my mother. But something more familiar started to come into reality, screaming. People were darting by me, like a sudden flash. I looked over to what they were doing, where they were going. And sure enough they were going over to the screams. A man who looked older than me was half submerged in mud and blood. He was

It began as a sharp whisper in the air,a kind of whisper that pierced the eardrum ceaselessly to foreshadow a harsh rain.It hissed harshly refusing to be ignored,the sky then shook,signaling the monstrous wind to destroy every feeble object in its path.This chaos was eerily beautiful and the sound that it carried was sweet euphoric music to my ears.I rested on a bench completely obscured from view in the Noel backyard.

It was another day, and all of a sudden there are these huge, black, monstrous clouds coming our way! “Mom they're back!” I scream. She grabs the wet towels that she always has prepared. Then gives me and my father one and puts one over Melody, our dog’s mouth. We run downstairs and huddle together Then it finally hits us and even with the wet towel. All I could feel the dirty dust shooting into my mouth.

Imagine, if you will, a brisk night wind coming fast across a lake carrying a pungent smell, something you can’t quite identify, but is nonetheless familiar enough to send a shiver up your spine. As it hits the trees, they creak out a somber call in the still night air. Or was that groan something more…human? You notice, for the first time, the absence of tires humming on pavement and you wonder if it’s that late, or maybe just a slow night. The soft tapping of your shoes on the sidewalk is the only accompaniment your slow breathing has as you move towards the warmth of your home, holding thoughts of a warm bed in the palm of your hand to keep the chill away. You don’t notice at first, perhaps because the reality of what you’re hearing is

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be