Subway Descriptive Writing

“Fine,” she looked up as a man with a scar running down his cheek smiled sinisterly. She didn’t trust him, she moved to try to get out of his reach but he pulled his arm out. Her eyes widened in horror as his fist came forward, she had stopped crying, watching the fist as if it was coming at her slowly. When it hit her face she barely registered it, it didn’t hurt, only stung and sent a shock through her body. Another fist came, then another. Her vision was going blurry, she heard them say something but she couldn’t make out what it was as her body fell limp against the seat and her eyes shut, unable to handle the pain in her

No response. Raising her voice, “Please Dorcas answer me!” The women put their arms underneath the limp body and carry her to a bed. Many are crying, others in shock, a few leave to track down someone who can help.

Her whole world was crashing down. It what seemed like only a split second, her best friend’s father had been condemned to death. Someone who she considered to be like a father was going to be taken away, ripped away from her.

The surgery recovery would not be instant after the extensive repair to Jarrod’s damaged knee. He’d planned to meet Alana that night and recite the poem he was writing for her, but while recovering, his language changed. His sentiments detoured to self-pity and his heart bled in his journal.

The large cut on the right side of my forehead had begun to bleed again; my own blood threatening to choke me. “Calm down its ok. You're going through a rough phase that's all. Try to get some rest,” was all the comfort dad could manage before choking up into tears. He turned away as streaks of auburn curls lightly brushed against me, the owner tending to my wound. Rest, he says; not so easy when every time your eyes droop, the dreams begin. They have been getting worse, the closer I become in finding a way to bring her

“Tell me more than that! You should know these kind of things. Is she going to have to stay at the hospital?”

Learning to fight for your life was easier than this. Though the life was difficult in itself nothing came close to the difficulty of watching someone you love walk away, it seemed to only get harder even if it was your fault in the end. Pushing people away was a specialty of his and when it actually worked it was earth shattering. The silence pointed out the flaws that he’d managed to go without noticing with her by his side but now they screamed at him yet again. He was back to the self-destructive, sacrificial, self-loathing creature he always was. Though he always knew his family was broken it wasn’t even close to this damaged. He wasn’t the only one that felt the loss, his brother had lost someone as well. It was a feeling in the air

Alison was sitting in the Rec Room at 2am the same night, staring out at the city. She didn't want to go to the roof, she couldn't go back to the roof. It reminded her of Noel, and Noel was gone. She sat on the window sill, with her legs pulled to her chest. She had been sitting there since she had taken a shower. It took forever for the water going down the drain to turn clear. She cried the whole time, to a point she was out of tears.

“Hey! Are you ready to go get your treatment?” Eve said with a mix of excitement and fear.

It had been twelve days since the accident, and with every minute that had passes Jordan thinks he’s getting closer to losing his mind. His chest had constricted when he had seen her limp, doll-like form stretched out on the operating table, the beep of the machine the only thing giving any sign of her still living. The doctors’ faces had been grim, telling him that she had a chance, but it was a slim

Warily, I walked over to where my father was standing right outside the school, waiting for Cole and I, when I saw he had shades on, I knew for sure that something was wrong, due to the fact he never wore shades. When we were to the pick-up my whole family was in there. Noticing, when I jumped in the pick-up, my mother also had shades on. Anxiously, I sat there attentively for the longest second of my life, then my father stammered to us that grandfather had passed away. Countless emotions were running through me, overwhelmed; I didn’t know what to think, raving; owing to they said he was going to be adequate, grieving; due to I didn’t get to talk t6o my grandfather before he passed

EXECUTIVE SUMMARY This report provides an in-depth analysis of the conduct of a market research project exploring customer expectation, satisfaction and behaviour in relation fast food restaurants. Particular attention is paid to Subway restaurants outlining the key strategies needed in order to increase popularity and therefore visitor numbers.

The sun smiled on me, showing its brightly colored rays. The heat was like a wildfire, warming the sand underneath me. Ahead of me the dust swirls, moving up and down like a busy elevator. It crunches underfoot, throwing up a chalky smell. The air is bone dry, the sand drinks all the moisture hungrily.

“Are you sure you want to do this my mom says”, I load my luggage onto the bus. “I mean it’s a week long away from your mommy”. “ yes mom I will miss you I say as she takes a picture of me and my brother. As the loud screeching piston bus doors open. I wave them goodbye as I stepped on the bus and walked into a seat with one of my teammates on tide. “Are you excited” I asked as the bus started moving. He answered with a outburst of emotion such as happy and excitement embroidered in his words. “YES”he said, Although as soon as I asked the Question I new the answer to it. Of course I new everyone who made it to Zones was excited. It after all was the championship against the whole eastern part of North America. We talked that whole time on the bus ,but I don’t remember much of the conversation.

I was 12 years old and about to embark upon a trek that would cover 150 miles and end in New York City. I was caught up in all the festivities of the farewell ceremony and the warm heartfelt goodbyes from my family. I really had no idea of where we were going though, of course New York city but how we would get there was a mystery to me. I knew we would follow the aqueduct, the underground tunnel that carries water down to the city for its 8 million inhabitants to use. I figured if I put one foot in front of the other and followed the person in front of me I should be all right.