The Importance Of 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.

It has been six very long days, I cannot wait any longer for the chapter to be uploaded, I am both excited and exhausted. The days usually pass me by finding new short stories to read, which for the most part lasts a day or more. Then I am back to finding new stories and I always find some good ones, because of the several genres that are on the website. The website is called Wattpad. It is where my favorite writer can make his talent shine. The website is where the youngsters and college students get their best drafts up on the website for the readers to enjoy and as the time passes the writers grow into their best version of themselves in the writing department. The writers are mostly college students and High Schoolers that have a love for writing. The books have many genres but my interest will always be in the romance books. The romance genre is popular since it's mostly teenagers that are acquainted with Wattpad. Even though the romance books can get a little repetitive I love how the plots are always twisted to the author's liking. The books are rarely complete mostly, because of the authors' lifestyle, whether they have too much to do in school or their interest goes to another story they have been writing. The incompleteness irks me since that means I would not know what is going to happen. I try to stay away from the unfinished tales, nevertheless, I end up with one in my reading list anyway. The story I am currently interested in is incomplete, that is only

How did this happen? There is only a distant memory of the echoing sounds heard at the beginning of that faithful night. A symphony of snaps and the soft crackling effectively expressing a non-threatening occurrence. The smoke was intoxicating, consequently, lulling us to sleep. Gently, I would wake unable to move; unsuspecting to me my body was being consumed with fumes. I could hear a still slight whisper saying “wake up” but, my body would not comply.

The pain for everyone grew increasingly greater each day that they were on the mountain. Everyone on the expedition had to dig deep into themselves to find the will to keep moving and to put their pain and fears aside. The pain that each of these men and women on this mountain were beginning to feel was pain that would linger well after they got off the mountain.

The Lewis and Clark expedition changed the way that people travel and live their daily lives. With many obstacles and struggles that they had to overcome the trip became named The Lewis and Clark Expedition after the strong, independent, and humble leaders. With the whole expedition being a pride and joy to their colonization they overcame many obstacles, found resources, made allies and enemies as well as made new discoveries and findings. From the outstanding ways that they survived to the people that worked with and helped them proceed on their journey, the Lewis and Clark expedition is sure a event in history that many are sure to remember and take pride in.

On May 29, 1805, the night before the Corps entered the White Cliffs, a buffalo bull stampeded into the sleeping camp and rampaged around their fires, narrowly missing the heads of the sleeping explorers. After bending with its hooves, the buffalo was finally chased away by Seaman, Lewis’ dog. One of the men, Sergeant John Ordway, supposed in his own journal that “if he had trod on a man it would have killed him dead.”

Hugh Glass, a frontiersman in 1823, was brutally attacked by a bear while navigating the uncharted American Wilderness. After his near death experience, his expedition group decided that it was easier to leave Hugh for dead rather than carry him out of the forest. Hugh Glass’ son was quick to oppose this idea and was killed for it just as quickly. Enraged and determined to avenge his son, Hugh Glass had to rely on his survival skills and resourcefulness to nurse himself back to health. So that he could continue to navigate his way through the wilderness, and back to the settlement of which he was from, he had to avoid the never-ending dangers that the American wilderness had to offer.

Bahauddin grabbed for a place to rest his hand while he lifted his feet, climbing through the shaft, out of the caverns. Every crack of stone was filled with overgrown moss, As he rose, he could see the sky was just before nightfall. The only sound around was the howl of the wind, and the keys clanging against each other like a windchime during a breezy spring afternoon. Ascending up the shaft, he was cautiously concentrating for each and every placement of his hands and feet, careful not to slip. Bahauddin’s hand grasped the top of the shaft. The sky was painted with brush strokes of blood orange, reflecting a glare off the keys. Outside, it had looked like a warzone. No buildings fully structured, not a person in sight, just crumbs

I can hear the White Rabbit 's watch tocking and ticking yet I don 't see him. He is late again. I might just fire him or water him, however, that phrase goes. I let my devious grin emerge from the dust to see him in the dark dry woods, he doesn 't see me but I see him in his half ironed quarter buttoned shirt. I am not a bad kitty, I simply don’t play nice with the kittens.

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In the beginning of Bryson and Katz’s journey up the Appalachian Trail, the two men quickly find out the physical toll that the hike would take on them. While Bryson was “bug-eyed, and breathing hard”

Sunlight is beaming through the window as the alarm clock beeps louder and louder. The first day jitters have begun. Just a little over two months ago, fourth grade came to an end for Emily and summer vacation began. But, where did the summer go? Long days spent at the beach buried in the sand; seem like a distant memory. Fifth grade has become the reality and being a middle school student is still sinking in.

The journey took weeks and food was running short along with water. All the men were getting tired of the constant marching, the gear was getting heavy, and the hot sun wasn’t helping them at all. To Booker’s surprise, some of the men already went down due to these terrible living conditions.

I finally wake up to my ear wrenching alarm clock. Gosh I hate that thing, it gets so annoying. I threw my blankets off of me to the foot of my bed with most of it on the floor. I got up and basically dragged my body to the bathroom. I turned on the shower to only find ice cold water, again since my mom keeps taking all the hot water. Once I took an ice cold shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and got out, with my dripping wet brown hair falling right in top of my shoulders. I went into my bedroom to face a 30 minute battle of trying to find what to wear for the day. After many fails I finally settled over a plain white tanktop with a florescent pink cardigan, light blue rolled up jeans and white vans.

I really don't care for this time of year. It's muddy, rainy, cold, warm, snow, sleet, sunny dry.You name it and we get it. Take yesterday it was sunny and 71 out . Loved it. Now today it's 45 and raining. Hate it. But that is what you get living in S.E. Indiana.