Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

It was 3:27 a.m., and my husband, just pulled into our driveway. He manages a popular restaurant in D.C. and had just worked his usual 12-hour shift and was exhausted and only thinking about climbing into bed to sleep the sleep of the dead for a peaceful 3 hours until our 3 year old son rose with the sun and snuck into our room. So he walked out of the car and locked the door and walked the 15-20 steps to our front door. As he stepped inside, he quickly yet gently shut the front door behind him as he could hear a loud truck racing down the street towards our direction and didn’t want the loud engine to wake up everyone (myself and our 2 young children) who were fast asleep inside. Then there was a loud crash, and the pickup truck’s engine raced away. I awoke in bed from the noise of the collision but at the same time heard our front door open/close so I knew he was home safe and I allowed myself to fall back asleep.

The frigid air hits my face like a splash of cold water. The sun, though shining brightly, seems to give off no heat around us. As Jackson and I make our way to the end of the shoveled driveway, a snow plow drives by, forcing the snow off the street. We trudge forward leaving behind footprints with each

It was cool outside as I quickly gathered my things, and silently shut the green wooden door behind me. The wind was fierce, and threatening like a bear ready to attack its prey. I trudged through the thick mounds of leaves that once fell from the bare branches above. The woods was very light this time of year from all of the papery leaves being gone. The sky was a mass of gray gloomy clouds. I thought that if it rained and my dad would want to turn back so I could say that the weather wasn't pleasant

He had you pressed up against his hotel door, hand shoved inside your panties and nibbling at the thin skin on your neck, feeling your heart pulse and speed up along with the movements of his hand. Both of you were drunk, however that didn’t stop you both from making out at the bar and somehow walking the streets to his hotel and now you’re here? Your mind blurred as he bit down roughly and leaned your head back on the door. His free hand snuck up your shirt, cupping your breasts.

You’re walking down the sidewalk on your way home. A chilly breeze blows, and you hunch your shoulders, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket. Feeling a need for spontaneity, you decide to take a different turn. After five minutes of walking you come upon a corner store. You feel an urge to go in and you don’t know why; maybe because the store looks impossible somehow, with its smudged outline and colors that are slightly less visible than the colors of the other buildings on the street, or because of the way that none of the passersby even give it a glance.

I grabbed his arm and pulled it to mine "And if you love me the way i love you you 'll stay here......" he shook his head and i felt him brush my hair from my face "Tk.........let me go..." it wasn 't an angry let me go it was I 'm sorry but you have let me go "No... If you want to go take me with you." im crazy i thought as i looked up at him. More tears fell from his face. He cried beautifully without the ugly puffed lips and blotchy skin but just tears. Glassy eyes with tears of fire and ice it seemed the way the light hit them. Tears that fell onto his skin, perfectly tan and strangely nice against the almost redness of his hair. I hated to think so but he was amazing in the dull 4am light. The moon hit his face just enough to make him look like artwork. Art that somehow is beautiful but also makes you think. He took my arm and rolled up my sleeve. " Look at you......" he traced the endless scars on my arm, not all self inflicted but all with a reason,all with a meaning. I wiped my eyes even though no tears were there. "Scars and cigarette burns......just another page in my story." he pulled off his hoodie and i saw his arms. Burn marks. "From the fire...most of them....." he breathed, painfully. "From the past." i traced a few of the scars on my arms with his finger. "From my father and other horrible people." i traced more scars and shivered as i did. I traced the long scar from rist to elbow and felt him quake. "From me." i traced the last scars remaining. "And thats

There are times when people come across an object that holds a sentimental value and want to keep it close to their heart or in other instances, store it somewhere safe. Though my possession isn 't exactly an object you can hold or put away for safekeeping, but rather a place that allows family and friends to gather and dwell upon its most glorious days. A place everyone is perpetually invited and accepted for who they are. This home, I gratefully inherited from my grandparents, has become a shelter for those those in need, serves as a financial asset, and offers fond memories.

"Just give him space maybe later you can talk to him and see what happeneds"I said trying to comfort her .

We pulled up the driveway, the headlights of the car shining against the metal garage door. I listened to the sweet melody flowing from the white headphones all the way through my ears. Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron & Wine played, the lyrics burning themselves in my brain, leaving the permanent mark of the emotions that filled each sweet, meaningful word. My mom pulled a headphone from my ear aggressively and shook her head at me.

Once having left the Brewin’s place, I was back on the road pushing June’s car to its limit as I made my way over to the shed. I wasn’t completely sure of what my game plan would be once I got there, but I knew whatever it would be, my chances of pulling it off would be slim.

I lie restlessly on the steel framed bed in the Orange County Jail. I don 't regret my decision to kill off Boddy. The only thing I do regret is not doing it sooner. I pulled off the bandana that was lied around my strawberry-blonde hair. It was mopped in sweat. The summer days in Florida were hot and muggy. I felt trapped in the ugly orange outfit the guards gave the inmates to wear. They shouldn 't treat me like this, I 'm a very rich lady you know.

Without another moment of thought, I decided to pop one of the pure pills into my mouth and down the thing with a swig of rum. I could taste the white tablets gruesome effects on the tip of my tongue. The sensation was almost like dancing, I was happy, and the thought of everyone else disappeared from my mind. My mind clouded over after I started blaring music to compete with the jitters I needed to let out. The song that came on didn’t matter, because I was lost in the music of my own heartbeat. Rhythm got faster, the bass pounded, and something else in the background was banging too. Maybe it was the door, but I didn’t care.

“Brrr.” I shivered when I stepped into the shallow water. After 30 seconds, though, I adjusted.

I stared down from the tower I stood upon wondering how someone could build something so tall. It wasn’t as tall as a skyscraper. Although when you’re looking straight down, it seems like a much further drop. I stood there heaving every breath, until from behind me I heard a deep growl. When I turned around, I saw a herd of monsters surrounding me. I would say they looked a bit like really ugly boar about the size of cattle. Except they had black hair and dark yellow eyes. I was at the edge of building now, and if I backed away any further to get away from Them I would fall to my immediate death. When they started edging closer to me, I realize I had no choice and I step off.

I moved to Waterford, Connecticut in my middle of second year of high school. When I went to Waterford first time, I didn’t like it. Actually I felt miserable, because I wasn’t happy that I moved to Waterford. As soon as when I got there I missed all of my friends. I don’t remember exact dates, but I know it was winter, cold. I think unhappiness made me feel colder. Waterford looks like the old country. There was few houses in a street. Our new house was one of it. The house surrounded by some trees, a huge yard, and a stream. I thought I am living in a forest. As soon as when we moved to Waterford, my father had to go back to Korea for his work. It was our first time that we live separately. I had about a month off from the school because one of the paper didn’t go through. I didn’t know anyone in there, didn’t know what I can do, or what’s where. Afraid to be outside, and being not happy about living in Waterford didn’t makes me to do something. I just stayed in the house. Staying in the house wasn’t fun either. My father is gone. My mom started to work in her new job. My brother was busy to play online computer game with his friends. I think living in a house for a month without seeing anyone, and stay home felt loneliness was the very beginning of the depression start.