Persuasive Descriptive Writing

The weather is perfect for racing: not too hot, not too humid, not too windy. I dash down the twisted trails in the woods, trying not to stumble on the gnarled roots protruding from the dirt. My spikes puncture the soft earth with every stride, and my legs repeatedly pound on the ground, soreness surging through them. As sweat trickles down my face and dirt smears across my aching calves, I ascend a steep hill, trying to bring forth the strength I have accumulated throughout endless hours of practice. Now that I am nearing the final two hundred meters, I must force my body to begin sprinting. Breathing heavily, I dart for the imminent finish line, trying to beat the uninterrupted tick of the timer. Even though the crowd surrounds all around me, I can barely hear their animated cheers, because all I can focus on is crossing the line before the girl next to me. I can feel adrenaline surging through my body, and I widen my stride to cap off the remaining distance. When I glance at my Garmin watch, a new personal best time flashes across the screen. I realize that all of the gruelling work I have put in is worth the final result: happiness. (Snapshot Lead)

“Hey guys! This is the last communication you shall receive from me. I now walk out to live amongst the wild. Take care, it was great knowing you” (Qtd. In Krakauer 69). After graduating from Emory University, Christopher McCandless abandoned everything, gave his entire savings account to charity, and then hitchhiked to Alaska to live in the wild. In the novel, Into the Wild, Was McCandless justified in shunning society? McCandless was justified in shunning society because he simply wanted to find himself and be independent without any distractions from his friends or family.

At last, the bell finally rung, and I was headed home to get my gear. Hastily packing because lessons began at approximately 4:30, with about an hour drive. I hopped in the car next to Carolyn with minimal excitement. My nerves began to set in. I sat back and attempted to relax while we traveled past Delaware onto Earlville. Watching cars and fields pass by aided me to relieve some stress. I quickly forgot where I was going and why. Time flew by in that red Ford Escape. The trip from Manchester to Asbury seemed to only take fifteen minutes instead of forty five. We arrived far too soon, yet we were still late.

Jacks had been eavesdropping on the two young ladies, and he wished to make them feel better. “Hello,” he smiled warmly as he walked up to Kate and Darby, “Kate, there are still many people stuck inside that overcrowded airplane, and I want you to help me rescue the other trapped people.” He immediately saw a change in Kate’s face. Kate was someone who needed action and constant movement to stay positive, and Mr. Jacks knew this was just the right thing to help her. “Come on, we need to get the others out.” he continued, “Kate, I want you to come with me, and Darby,” Mr. Jacks turned to Darby, “I want you to stay out here with my dog. If we don’t come out in ten minutes, find a mirror and come in after us. So will you two join me?”

The use of persuasive rhetoric writing can be helpful in the working world, especially when you need people to follow you. Using Ethos, is a way to approach your audience by establishing common ground, instead of coming off as authoritative. Even if someone doesn’t have the same views as you, if you acknowledge their values and beliefs, it’s easier to persuade them, because they see you do care about their opinion. As I move forward in any form of communication it is important to keep that in mind, and next year I’ll being using it a lot as president of CAC. Being the president of club means you have to communicate with your members, and the general public. CAC is involved in getting others to help, with the biggest event we hold, Relay for Life.

In this paper, we are going to examine the stereotypes used by others to define mostly what are of common or personal thoughts toward a certain group of people or a generalized characteristic that thought to be in a group’s type. “When a writer or speaker lumps a group of individuals together under one name or description, especially one that begins with the word “the” (the liberal, the Communist, the right-winger, the Jew, the Catholic, and so on), such labeling generally results in stereotyping” (Moore and Parker, 2007, p. 122). Stereotypes are not in any way based on the actual provable facts of these individual’s. In fact, our textbook defines stereotype in this manner, “is a thought or image about a group of people based on little

1. The last time I enjoyed writing something would have to be in the argument and arguing class I took. In that class we got to construct persuasive essays, which was interesting, but the real fun came when we were asked to pick apart other students essays. When tasked with this it becomes extremely fun as the source gathering for many students was either using selective information, or outright lies. Using that, you could essentially tear into anyone fragmenting their arguments and leaving you with a nice sense of satisfaction that I really only get when I prove my superiority over someone in a quasi-powertrip.

“Oh God!! Please HELP!!! The engine is on my leg!” Kelly heard a panic voice. She starts running towards the voice. I followed after her, the voice grew closer and suddenly Kelly stopped running. “Kelly, what’s wrong?” Kelly froze, her eyes were wide open while I looked at the direction she was staring at , the plane, our plane was right in front of us split in half, just like the Titanic!!! I couldn’t believe my eyes .

We arent going to have issues are we? I'd hate to bring you to your new home all beat up, and pissy!" He hissed, his accent more apparent now."Sabine?" "Gerealdine!" My heart pumping, i reached out and felt around the hard seats. her soft hands barely touching mine."Shhh I'm going to get us out of here" Her words reassuring with every syllable. We could feel the road twisting and turning and it felt like we were on a rollercoaster with all the declinations. I could tell we were far off some where in the country, a long way from home. Home was flat. and loud. never dark with all he street lights. with our parents out on bussiness for at least two weeks out of the month,it left us open to explore he city with little to no limitations.

Evie hopped off the bus with a renewed sense of purpose. “I came here to succeed. Not to worry about home,” she thought to herself. She was feeling driven and ready to begin anew here, in a foreign land with foreign people, people who don’t know her or her legacy. She looked around at the lively street scene before her. The signs were vibrant and their brilliance drew her closer and closer to the center of town. The entire city seemed to be moving towards her, and an endless sea of men and women spewed out of the buildings and down the block. The congested streets keep her pace slow, but her mind was racing with new thoughts and ideas. The gridlocked traffic finally allowed for some leeway, and Evie found her way out of the fray and across

When you read an article, book or website the authors usually try to get a message out to the readers. The message could be to inform people on a certain situation, inspire someone to do something that is better for their life, or they can persuade individuals to impact society. To persuade an individual into something is to change their personal way of thinking, and it uses both to inform and inspire. To impact someone is to change something enough to have an effect, which can be positive or negative. Writers use language to persuade individuals to use their ideas and teachings in their own life.

It was my last memory from my class at Meadowbrook, the school’s right of passage at the end of the 8th grade year: ziplining in Costa Rica. I felt my stomach tighten as I took a step up to the first platform, took one last deep breath, and jumped. The violent, Costa Rican air whipped around me, spinning my body in a circle like a helicopter blade. I tirelessly squeezed the handlebar with the rough, sandpaper gloves like my life depended on it. Ironically, at the time, I thought it did. I was mortified. After helplessly spinning around for about a minute, I crashed into the end of the line and nervously unhooked my harness. One down, seven to go. The next line began similarly to the first one. I leaped off the platform hesitantly, but the wind had died down and I was able to relax. I gazed across the seemingly endless lush, green landscapes of the Costa Rican mountain ranges in awe. Still choke holding the handlebar, I was not comfortable in the slightest. I left the third platform just a second quicker feeling slightly more secure in the harness. This time, I released the handlebar, leaving my doubts and worries behind. I was about as content as I could possibly be given the circumstances, dangling thousands of feet up in the air in the mountains, supported by a jaded wooden rope an inch in diameter.

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“Your assignment is to write a persuasive essay and present it to the class in a week. You will be graded based on how convincing it is. Today we will be choosing topics,” announced Mr. Bowerbank, my 7th grade English teacher and ruler of classroom 110. My class simultaneously groaned at the prospect of work. I simply lifted my head with intrigue as it was already May and about time we had our first essay. He then proceeded to give examples of topics we could choose and gave us some time to think before we had to tell him our topic. My classmates were already rushing to tell the teacher their idea lest someone else steal it. That meant the usual abortion, death penalty, or drug use topics were out. I really couldn't think of anything and the teacher was slowly making his way through the remaining students like an executioner beheading criminals in a line. I have always thought that he would make a marvelous supervillain if he had a curly mustache, a tophat, and a cape. Eventually my name was called. I slowly dragged myself over to his desk. Even sitting down, he still seemed to tower over me. “What is your topic Cindy?” As usual in such desperate times, my mind turned to food. “Waffles are better than pancakes.” I figured that a waffle was just a differently shaped pancake with a nicer texture. “Hmm. Excellent topic. I look forward to your essay!” I survived to live yet another day.

The sun reflects off the green blades of grass and onto my light grey two story house with white window shutters. 90 degrees fahrenheit, I read on my phone. Why do I have to go outside? I think to myself.