White Horse Descriptive Writing

There was bright lightening. They looked up, frightened. Above them black furious clouds started to gather. They began to run. Then the thunder roared, and the rain came down in torrents. <<

The book All the Pretty Horses is a western drama about teenage cowboys as they transition from adolescence into manhood. The author, Cormac McCarthy, structures the book using echo words and parallel structure that links dialogue exchanges and makes the scenes flow smoothly. McCarthy is a master of this sort of repetition and uses this structure throughout the entire book. There are many examples of this used throughout the book, but the author primarily focuses on the interpersonal relationships, diversity, and change.

John Grady Cole, the last in a long line of west Texas ranchers, is, at sixteen, poised on the sorrowful, painful edge of manhood. When he realizes the only life he has ever known is disappearing into the past and that cowboys are as doomed as the Comanche who came before them, he leaves on a dangerous and harrowing journey into the beautiful and utterly foreign world that is Mexico. In the guise of a classic Western, All the Pretty Horses is at its heart a lyrical and elegiac coming-of-age story about love, friendship, and loyalty that will leave John Grady, and the reader, changed forever. When his mother decides to sell the cattle ranch he has grown up working, John Grady Cole and his friend Lacey Rawlins

As I was lying in bed recalling the event happened an hour before I was thinking to myself that I will never look at lightning the same way again. Thunder and lightning was still present in the night sky as I lay there in bed thanking God I was alive and well. Each flash of lightning lit the entire room and each clap of thunder rattled the windows of my hotel room. Lightning can seem much more terrifying when you’re up 20,000 ft in the mountains, and the thunder sounds a lot louder too. The sound of nature’s fury seemed to slowly descend as the night went on, but my nerves did not. I was still stunned and in shock of being stuck in a lightning storm high in the mountains. I never thought about the power and damage lightning can inflict

John Grady is not your average cowboy. All the Pretty Horses is not your typical coming-of-age story. This is an honest tale. Cormac McCarthy follows John Grady as he embarks on his journey of self-discovery across the border. Armed with a few pesos in his pocket, a strong horse and a friend at his side, John Grady thinks he’s ready to take on the Wild West of Mexico. At their final steps in America, a stranger, aged thirteen, joins our heroes. This unexpected variable named Blevins challenges John Grady, testing his character and pushing him to uncomfortable limits. The dynamic of their relationship reveals John Grady’s capacity to care for others as he shelters this kid from the hardships of reality and the

Allusion: Quixotic Definition: “hopeful or romantic in a way that’s not practical.” Merriam-Webster. Britannica Company, n.d. Web. 12 Aug. 2014. <

“On average, 24 horses die per week on racetracks in the U.S.” (Cohen). This is due to the horrible mistreatment and horrendous training methods used on too young horses. However, the racetrack is not the only place where horses are abused. Horse shows, show rings, large business stables, smaller private barns; wherever a horse can be found, there is potential for some sort of animal abuse. There is not one certain breed or type of horse that is most commonly abused, every horse around the world can be subject to mistreatment. Unfortunately, there are not many laws that protect these horses, and some people merely turn their heads away. That is why there should be more laws against the abusive techniques applied by many equestrians in the equine

“I sat there for a long time, feeling sorry for myself, and lonesome too.” A meaningful point of view, viewed highly in a bibliography known as The Faraway Horses by Buck Brannaman. In brief, the book is an amazing award-winning major motion picture that throws in many viewpoints and perspectives. Showing a strong life changing situation. Any situation can be turned around and made better.

A seemingly great tavern recently opened in Newport, Rhode Island. Located at the corner of Farewell and Marlborough Streets, the tavern

A half dozen riders atop of massive horses with horns like a fearsome bull only a seasoned matador would face, showed themselves in the the dim moon light. A moment later there were hundreds of them. I trembled with fear to the point it caused my to topple over. I gained control of my pounding heart and trembling legs enough to run for the bell, I had to alert the rest of the fort of the horsemen outside the gates. Immediately upon reaching the bell a sling stone came hurling out of the darkness knocking me

As we waited for our food, I took to peering out the diner’s large storefront window that we seated ourselves next to and I people watched as the citizens of Mt. Harrison went on about their daily lives.

When I was a little girl I always wanted a horse. Finally when I was ten I got my first horse. Dad surprised me with her. Her name is Penelope. I was really excited when I got Penelope. It took us awhile to name her. My dad picked Penelope and Alec and I agreed it was a good name.

Recently, I bought my very first horse. It wasn’t the very first horse that I had ever had before, but she was the very first one that I purchased all by myself. I spent so much time looking for the perfect prospect that had great racing bloodlines, a good mind, great conformation, and aged four or five years old. I wanted a mare that I could start on barrels this summer, then breed while I am away at college. I finally ended my search in Illinois. I bought a five year old bay mare that was bred very nicely, had a kind eye, and a sweet personality. She hadn’t been ridden much since she was broke as a two year old, but I fell in love with her sweet disposition. Even though she didn’t know very much, she didn’t have a mean bone in her body, which

I am laying in bed trying to fall asleep, I couldn't. It is a very stormy night. I do not know why but for the 81 years that I have been breathing, I could never fall asleep in a storm. I was dozing off when all of a sudden I heard a big BANG. I have never heard that sound before. I got up to look out of my window, I couldn't see much because the rain was pouring so hard that it made everything disappear. The last time I experienced a storm like this was two years ago when I had to cancel my fishing trip with my best friend because a tree fell on his vehicle. I was disappointed that day because I closed down the lodge on the day before Memorial Day.

I drove out to the general that was given to me at about midnight. I got out of the car and to my surprise I saw no one, considering how popular the hayride was. I looked around for any signs of life, but there was nothing but the wind. Right, when I was about to give up I heard an eldritch screech come from behind me. When I turned, I saw