Descriptive Essay

The sun sparkled in like a kaleidoscope of light, spinning, hazy. The grass was warm underneath my bare feet, tickling up between my toes. The breeze tossed my bleach blonde curls around, keeping the temperature at a perfect degree. It had to had been mid-seventies with a slight humidity, the kind of weather that draws a person outside to bask in the sun, to frolic in the breeze, to enjoy the nature in front of them. The sun hid behind a perfectly cloud scattered sky. The plump objects transformed

It was a chilly night, but the sky was clear and the stars were shining brighter than ever. The soft breeze made the trees rustle. I liked that sound. It made me feel like I wasn’t alone. It made me feel relaxed. I was looking out my bedroom window thinking that nothing could destroy this relaxing, happy, and beautiful night, but I didn’t know what was coming. My entire family was in a good mood. We were so happy that it seemed like nothing could upset us anymore. We were laughing and talking and

It felt nice, the fresh breeze of air as I jogged down a desolate park during the night time. It wasn’t a good day, so it felt nice to have the moon in full view over me as I vented my frustrations in each step I took. Suddenly, I heard crying. I took an earbud out, no longer hearing Taylor Swift, and the crying was louder than ever. Bewildered, I looked around for a moment as I suddenly noticed a few feet away on a bench, a girl was crying. I squinted for a bit, trying to see her clearly in the

I look out the small oval window as my carriage makes it way along the ruff, jerky and jarring dirt road. The darkness makes the tree branches look as if they are reaching out towards me, causing me a slight feeling of unease. The rain bashing hard against the window reminds me of the night it all happened. As my carriage travels over a large bump I am jolted in my seat, startling me as my mind had drifted to memories of that dreadful night. I try to look away from the window and think of something

I sat in the ivory colored sand by the beach. I felt my toes sink and wiggle in the wet sand. The crystal blue water washed over my toes. It was a beautiful sunny day with a gentle breeze. Waves were crashing on the rocks, and the sun made the ocean glitter as if someone poured a bucket of sparkles into the water. You could hear the distant calls of seagulls every now and then. Obsidian colored cliffs were so high that they looked as if they were going to touch the pale blue sky. I felt something

After a long, silent car ride my mom walked me through the airport. We went through security and got to the plane. “Goodbye Izzy, I’ll miss you,” despite how mad I was I had to hug her. “Goodbye mom.” I boarded my flight to New Mexico. The captain said that the flight would be 2 hours. I tried to clear my mind and just watch a movie. I didn’t see any movies I liked, or even knew (apart from the ones I watched when I was younger). I picked a movie that I thought looked good, but it was really boring

The day had started out as any would usually go. It was so cold outside that I couldn’t feel my fingers or toes. My ears were full of the complaining wind that wished I wasn’t there. I walked up to the school doors feeling drowsy from last night’s sleep. “GOOOOOOD MORNING!” I heard someone call as I walked in. I cringed at how loud it seemed at the time. But, as I walked away and the morning greetings faded, I felt empty and tired. “Ava!” My friend came yelling at me. Her short curly hair bounced

My hands start to shake as I step into the ice arena. I can’t tell if I’m nervous or just freezing. The ceiling is decorated with annoying pink and yellow streamers. Seems to be right up Susan’s alley. Susan was a friend I wasn’t used to having. She was one of the most popular girls in school and liked by other peers. Today, however, her persona was more timid and worrisome than usual. I turn my gaze towards her hands fidgeting on her shirt and look up to see her eyes with regret. Skating over to

Ever since I knew how to open my mouth and speak, I would ask my mother what was down that dark, woven path because I always found that it might be important or that it might lead to something more. We would drive the dusty, dirt road and go around the sharp, dangerous bend heading towards my beloved aunt’s house instead of just taking the safer route which was going straight down the mysterious path. The entrance that I would later enter frequently, was always lined with multiple trees, making it

RIINNGGG. The alarming sound coming from the school bell interrupted my nap as I had been sleeping through a lengthy lecture about Ludwig Van Beethoven. I looked out the window, seeing the long, gray clouds covering the sky. I guessed that it might rain sooner or later. I yawned softly, quickly glancing around to make sure no one noticed that I had taken a snooze the whole period. “Your homework has been written up on the board,” Mrs. Clark, my band teacher informed our class. “Also, do not forget