Red Jacket Descriptive Writing

Laying in bed, Meg wonders if the hurricane will miss them, hoping it will miss them. Picturing herself flying out of the attic, she imagines it will be like The Wizard of Oz, except she wouldn’t be going to Oz, she will be trapped in a wild hurricane, in her rickety, beat-up bed. Meg’s mind keeps wondering as she waits for the first noise of the hurricane.

The sniper awoke in the wee hours getting ready for the day's mission. The mission included gunning down an enemies from the other side. Little did he know what was to come. The sniper had finished getting ready and stepped onto the roof. The sniper haunched down and began to crawl up to the plate; the wait began.

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.

I was surrounded by the sound of graphite moving anxiously over paper. The clamor filled my ears and collided with the dull ticking of the clock that hung over the SAT proctor’s disorderly, graying hair. There were only eighteen minutes left and I still had not written a single word. The prompt reverberated in my head like a ringing bell, but I could not form cohesive thoughts. My heart raced and my fingernails dug into the curve of my palm in panic, leaving small, pallid impressions in their wake. Pleading with myself, I considered the page that lay askew on the on the chipped desk in front of me. I wrote a desperate and painfully arbitrary sentence that I quickly erased. Nothing sounded right. I had studied and prepared for this moment with

Trimmed closely at the neck, his silky black hair grew longer on top. A straight nose, dimpled cheeks and chin graced him with a look of nobility, but his tanned skin and muscular physique hinted at a tougher side.

I have only been at Marist for a few days, but the many experiences I have had here made me realize how fortunate I am to be a part of this community. One of my favorite parts of being at Marist, at least while the weather is nice, is walking to class. The view of the Hudson River with the hills in the background and the train sometimes passing by is like a scene from a painting. It is such an enormous difference from what I have been used to my whole life. Gone are the days of having four minutes to walk between classes trying to push between tons of people in cramped hallways. At Marist, there are lots of students outside walking to class, jogging, driving, or biking. I really like the freedom of the campus where everyone is doing their own thing. It sometimes feels like walking through Central Park.

I examined him as we stood facing one another. He stood over a head taller. His golden spirals fell upon his muscled shoulder as they rippled around his square face but, his eyes were his most striking feature as they were iridescent with his

This is the self-proclaimed "King Cobra" of our school. He is very outspoken and opinionated. Even though I had piles of work day in and day out, It was extremely helpful to me in my future. He did not discriminate against me just because I was a freshman. He literally ate me up for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Although the work was hectic, Tisdale is an excellent and very professional

Super! Where going to the barn it’s a fun place. That’s where I Ride my own horses. I and my brother like to go there with my grandpa. My cousins go there too. When we were going over there we pass by the races. Then we continue going then I saw a watermelon seller we bought a tasty and juicy watermelon. We continue more and then we saw a tamale seller they were so good. Next, we put on our cowboy shirt, pants, boots, and hat. We gave hay to the horses and grass to the cows, sheep, and goats. We took some milk from the cows and made it good for us to drink Finally, I ask my dad and grandpa” can we ride the horses.” “Yes,” we can ride the horses. After that, we got in the tractor a plant the weed. The wheel from the

When you walk into Bob Roe’s it doesn’t look that well maintained. The lighting is poor the tables and booths are clustered together. The bathrooms are pretty bad with only one sink working. But you can’t judge a book by its cover. Bob Roe’s food is absolutely amazing. When I walk by the booths I see people having a good time, smiling.

His look was centered around his utter confidence, smug demeanor, aloof presence, and his smirk that could make you feel as if he knows your deepest, darkest secrets. His eyes sparkled

This one day when I was running it was a gloomy town in Tioga, Pennsylvania, USA. The wind was whistling in my ears and the little tear drops from the sky fell on my raggedy ponytail filled with long brown unbrushed hair. I was jogging on S Main St by the forest that I usually jog past the reason I like this spot because just as I pass the forest the sun peaks and is the most beautiful sun i have ever seen the tint in orange and pink is so soothing. When I am more down the road i see something poking out of the ground and I turned to go see what it was it took me around 3 mins just to get to where I thought I saw the thing poking out of the ground when I got to go see what this thing was there was a finger. I immediately dropped my stuff and started digging around this finger and there is a body it was just lying there doing nothing it was so purple and blue it was just on the verge of

After a very tiring day all visiting the city of Boston, it was time to go back to the hotel. We got to the hotel and went to our rooms to get ready for the dinner cruise. A majority of the girls if not all of them, decided to buy sweatshirts. Back in our hotel room, Ana was trying on her sweatshirt. I was unpacking and all of the sudden I hear Ana say something to me.

I was a little nervous about the wind as we climbed into the cockpit and did our preflight checks. I explained to Trevor that I have been in small airplanes before but not in this much wind. I wasn’t expecting him to actually let me take off and take over controls, but it wasn’t nearly as terrifying as I thought it would be. I was surprised on how smooth the flight was once we climbed to about 4000 feet and basically had no turbulence. After some conversation, Trevor and I both loved to fish in the area, so we aimed towards the 81 ponds and actually flew over Lake Thompson and talked about fishing most of the flight.

I stand on the edge of a dark brown wooden dock.I can sense that the tips of my black vans are hanging over the edge. I feel my auburn hair blow wildly in the wind .My mind is completely blank. This is how I have started every morning since I could remember. It helps me collect my thoughts and prepare for the day ahead. When you live in a town as perfect as grayville you need these moments where you are free.