Maria Brown Descriptive Writing

Casey stood on the veranda overlooking the gardens enjoying the quietness of the evening. The fragrance coming from the roses climbing up the columns wafted through the night air, their subtle perfume pleasing and familiar. She had cut her work back to part-time wanting to enjoy this pregnancy. She spent time working in the garden, taking long walks, and relaxing on the veranda.

And now and then in the afternoon she would burst through the door holding flowers and cookies and smelling fresh like the outdoors. She would stay for a moment or two and chat about with the children about the wonderful weather or her garden. The children would show her the pictures that they had drawn and ask her questions about their mother. Which she could never answer, but she would try.

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful lily with petals like a plum peel. It had a scent like honeycomb and a glitter like the moon. One day, a little girl named Perla skipped happily into her grandmother's new garden. Perla´s eyes dazzled as she strode up to the lily. She bent down to study the flower.

In her room, Louise sinks into a comfortable chair and looks out her window. Immediately the image of relaxation seems to strike oddly. Reading this story should

She feels abandoned, and shortly after she receives the news, the housewife grieves the death of her husband by going to her room and sitting in front of the window beholding at the ordinary things outside the window. In this instance when she beholds ordinary things outside the window, the author implies that she is seeing life differently or just taking the time to enjoy things that were always there, but because of her demanding or unhappy life, she never takes the time to notice. Also, the author emphasizes that she is hurt but at the same time, she feels free now that her husband is dead and makes plans for her life and wish herself a long and heathy life to enjoy her freedom. This entails how miserable she was, living her life as a wife and a

One day Mrs. Johnson awoke from her routine, leisurely afternoon nap. She stood, stretching her arms clear to the ceiling. She was thinking about what she was going to do for the rest of the day. Once she concluded what to do she put on one of her favorite outfits. This put a huge smile on her face and a hop in her step. She opens the door and inhales the refreshing smell of New York City. She glances around taking in the vibrant colors of the flowers on her porch and the laughter of nearby children. She is absolutely positive that this afternoon will be perfect.

Old Mrs. Grey didn't have a social aspect of her life at all towards the end of her life. She lost all of her family and lived the rest of her life sitting in her rocking chair looking out her door. Old Mrs. Grey sitting by herself shows how she has blocked everyone out and how she doesn't have a social aspect in her life because she stays home alone. “My brothers and sisters. And my husband gone. My daughter too. But I go on. Every morning I pray to god to let me pass” (124). Old Mrs. Grey all alone and praying to god to let her get by everyday safe. Old Mrs. Grey seems to be a person who has been threw so much depression and hard times that she is mentally worn down where she doesn't want to do anything else in life.

HE RIVERFRONT BUSTLED WITH ACTIVITY. She sat on her favorite bench and absorbed her surroundings. The warm, humid breeze across her face felt heavenly. The brilliant blue, cloudless sky created the perfect Louisiana morning. A flash of white caught her eye. An egret began its graceful descent. This was where she grew up, where her life changed forever. Loneliness has become a permanent part of her life now. She was among the living, but not really with them. It was time to leave the pain behind and search for true love once again.

As the lights in the theater dimmed, the chatter slowly died down. Shaping Sound was about to begin. Suddenly, the lights on stage popped on and dancers poured from the wings walking like pedestrians. Walking in all directions, the dancers created an appealing image. The walking soon led to an electrifying, yet quirky contemporary number. Nearing the end of the number, the star of the show, Kathryn McCormick, appears onstage. She comes onstage all disoriented and stumbles into the bed which has magically appeared on stage and falls asleep, the lights turning off with her sleep. A couple of seconds later, the lights reappear revealing the bed had moved and wall-like props have been brought in. Kathryn wakes up and it seems as if she is dreaming. The next couple of numbers are soft contemporary numbers with loads of lifts and subtle accents. It then turns into a darker jazz at a nightclub with 6 of the company members coming onstage to perform. It then turns into a fun, upbeat, old- school jazz when the rest of the company members join them

At the time of evening, she went to her neighbour’s house where she welcomed by them and sometimes passed to a tea but she could not sit on the furniture, she was only allowed to sit on the doorways or hallways. They sympathize with her for the loss of her family. The housewives in the building in an attempt to explain her exaggerations collectively take her to be a homeless migrant in pain.

The rose garden was located on the top of a man-made hill just right of the giant 18-footed trees. This hill had a warm, humid breeze combined from the Pacific Ocean and hot Riverside hot weather. provided a hub of different types of singing birds, graceful butterflies, buzzing beetles, tall trees, and a variety of flowers from all over the world. As I walked into the garden, there were several rows of different species of roses with different colors. Surrounding the rows of animated flowers, the flowers were sectioned off in four with bright orange, mellow yellow, pure white, odd purple, fierce red, and light pink. As well, three benches placed purposefully on the perimeter of the rectangular garden. I

The giant, ravenous beast roared loudly, scaring the flying, hungry birds from their nests. The great beast, while quite intimidating and horrendous, only wanted to be loved by his insane, screeching aunt. His aunt, who was perceived to be lovely, was not. She was very loud and didn’t have much of a heart. The aunt, whose name is Gertrude, was quite mean to the beast and told him often, that nobody would ever like him, due to him being seen as gigantic, furry, smelly, old cockatoo. He might have been a gigantic, furry, smelly, old cockatoo, yet, he was one of the cordial creatures in all of the land.

A clear, blue canvas painted the skies, and the sun’s scorching rays were cushioned by white, velvety pillows. Yet he felt neither calmness or warmth, which could only be attained from ‘her’ presence. Cradling a cup of ebony, he stared pitifully at his reflection; his soul was confined by flesh, but his mind was lost in the clouds. “Hey! I’m Mallory. Lovely weather isn’t it?”. He stumbled for a reply, “Yes, yes it is. Would you care for a coffee also?”. She obliged. They conversed; while he asked her about her hobbies, she asked him about his car, occupation, and income. She seemed satisfied with his responses, and he was satisfied that she

Touched by fading moonlight, the girl looked pale as a ghost, distressed and sorrowful. Great drops fell from her eyes; the heavy rain clouds in her mind let loose their turbulent nature. She felt the muscle of her chin trembled like a small child, again, she looked toward the window as if the darkness outside could soothe her. However, she tried to keep her sobbing down by biting her lips, afraid the woman would “visit” again. Meanwhile, in the hallway, there was only deadly silence, creating an overwhelming sense of emptiness.

The dormitory was loud and busy, quite the opposite of the stately peace and quiet of the Rose Mansion. It was overwhelming to someone who was used to small groups and the company of older people. A horrible feeling of regret washed over her as she stepped into the stark bedroom where her things had been deposited. A moment later, the door shut behind her and she was alone. With a sob, she sank down on the bed and cried her eyes out.