1. Descriptive Essay
Descriptive Essay
It was a seemingly beautiful day as I drove on a joy ride in my bright blue sports car, with the
wind in my hair. This is an everyday activity for me. My friends would mock me saying, "You
spend more money on gas than you make working." I laughed to myself at the thought of jokes
amongst my friends. That happiness was soon halted. As I continued driving, I saw a car coming
rapidly around the curve. The car did not show any signs of slowing down as it headed towards the
intersection. The light turned yellow and then quickly red. Another object caught my eye that made
me fear what was going to happen next. A young couple started crossing the street wearing fancy
attire. The first thought that came to mind was, 'they are...show more content...
One of the police officers came up to me introduced himself, asked me my name and started, "Have
you ever seen this driver before? On the road or around town?" I quickly responded, "No, I have not
officer." He continued, "I learned from the call back to the station that the driver, David Chrisenger,
is considered the town drunk and does not currently have a valid license due to drinking and
driving". He asked me some questions and asked me to fill out an incident report. Still shaken up by
the whole incident I gladly accepted. The officer ended our conversation. "Thank you so much for
your time, Kevin. We really appreciate it."
The only thought running through my head on my way home was how much I had not
appreciated my wife and children. To witness something of that nature makes one conscientious
about what you have and how quickly it could vanish. I vowed after that day to speak out against
drinking and driving and the terrible outcomes that can transpire from something that some do
not view as a "big deal". It is apparent that better ways have to be found for getting drunk drivers off
the road. I encourage anyone to be responsible for their lives and others by agreeing to never drink
and drive again, and to also aid your family and friends in doing so. Have a designated driver each
night or call a cab. Everyone is capable of saving a
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2. Descriptive Essay Rough Draft
For my story, I would first make the web, gather information on my character(s). Then, I would
start a rough draft putting all the information into a story. One day, my family decided to take a
weekend trip into the sunny wilderness. As we were driving down the dirt road, we came upon an
animal crossing right in front of us. My husband slammed on the brakes, and the animal turned
around and put up his arms up like he was ready to fight. It was a kangaroo! It was Edward, the
kangaroo that the Forest Ranger has been talking about at the community meetings. He was golden
brown in color, hairy, little bitty eyes, long skinny tail and hopped around like he was on a pogo
stick. We all looked at one another with hesitation, wonder, and astonishment. How could we even
grasp the...show more content...
My daughters sitting in the back seat of the car are trying to take a picture of it with their I–phones.
I'm the only calm one and tells my husband to get back in the car and let's go back the other way
and call the Forest Ranger. As we turn the car around, the kangaroo starts following us, hopping
alongside the car. Then he jumps in the backseat of the car, and my goofy husband decides to
stop. The hairy kangaroo stretches over the seat and punches my husband in the face. While my
husband is trying to fight Edward off, other kangaroos are surrounding our car. We all get out,
and they take us into the dark, creepy wilderness. Then we slowly come out of the wilderness in
the morning and guess what? We are all kangaroos. I felt itchy and full of energy for the reason I
just wanted to hop. I wanted to hop all around the wilderness like no body's business. I seemed
anxious and on edge not knowing if I'm going to return back to a human being. My human body felt
trapped in this skin tight hide. I couldn't breathe or talk. I would just make loud funny noises. I
wanted
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3. Descriptive Essay About A Garden
Garden Box The sun is shining bright over the rows of newly sprouted vegetables and fruits.
Bright red strawberries peak out from under dark green leaves. The thin leaves of the corn plants
rustle in the breeze. A wooden basket rests at my feet identical to the one in my grandmothers
hands. We slowly fill them with fresh strawberries and small cucumbers.I'm in my favorite place
my grandmother's garden. Stretching out with rows and rows of all kinds of fruits and
vegetables that she grows for cooking into fresh pies, canning into pickles, and pressing into
some of the best raspberry jam in the world, I help gather the harvest. Every summer I spend two
weeks up north with my grandparents. I fish and swim but my absolute favorite thing for as long
as I can remember is spending long hours in the garden with my grandma. It was in her garden
that I learned the perfect size cucumber to make pickles and how to find raspberries hidden deep
in the thorny bushes without scratching myself. I will always remember and cherish time spent
in my grandmothers garden. It's those memories that prompted me to create my own garden
when I turned sixteen. I had asked my parents to help me plant a garden at our house every summer
for as long as I can remember but their answer had always been no. It was too much work, no one
was home to take care of a garden their lists of reasons went on and on every year. It was during my
Junior year when I asked my mom if I could plant a garden and instead of
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4. Descriptive Essay About A Song
One day during my sophomore year of high school while I was waiting for my class to start, I
decided to explore new genres of music and artists that I haven't listened to before. I was sitting on
the floor outside of my classroom searching through Spotify for something new and exciting. After
looking through the Classic Rock section on Spotify, I came across the band Queen. Since that
moment, I have been and avid Queen listener and have listened to all their songs. I have been
particularly fond of their albums The Game, The Miracle and Night at the Opera.
The first Queen song I heard was Bohemian Rhapsody from the album Night at the Opera. It was
around 7:45 am, the morning was very still and quiet and the sky was clear. My surroundings
became increasingly louder as the school day was about to begin and it was a cool morning unlike
the typical Floridian morning weather. After scrolling through various Queen songs on Spotify, I
stumbled upon as song I have heard about through friends but not listened to: Bohemian Rhapsody.
Just like the eerily still morning, the exposition of the song was smooth and relaxed. The beginning
of the song sounded like there were many voices in harmony and the hazy, smooth timbre resonated
in my ear buds. The lyrics of the song matched with the eerie quality of the voices, the lyrics
indicate that the singers are in some state of confusion and are unclear of their surroundings. The
singers hold the last word of each verse for a beat longer than
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5. Descriptive Essay Of A Restaurant
Once I stepped inside the restaurant I automatically could hear the music playing at a moderate
level and the laughter of the customers. Right off the back the restaurant's ambiance had a positive
vibe. Mindful, it was a Saturday late afternoon. Mary Jane Burger and Brew is a local restaurant
trying to stay true to its past. The granddaughter of the original owner now runs the place with the
intention of serving good quality food where the ingredients are fresh, mouth watering, and surely
not filled with antibiotics and all that other genetically modified elements found in processed foods.
The vintage, rustic looking place, holds a small town atmosphere with a big taste.
The host sat my sister and I at a table in the middle of the dining area. A giant window let sunlight
flood into the room and the speakers provided a good backdrop of music to help engage
conversation. The restaurant itself seems fairly modern: leather seating, dark wood tables, and
mason jar for glasses. It is the epitome of a hang out spot for any teen, millennial, or elder
meetup. The staff caters to the needs of the customers and are always ready to help out in any
way possible. I started the meal off with a glass of sweet tea that never made it lower then the
halfway point. The waitress was always there with a pitcher of their home brewed sweet tea. The
tea itself was not too sweet, it had the subtle taste of the bitterness that tea should have. In other
words it did not taste like someone dumped a bag
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6. Descriptive Essay
How to Write a Descriptive Essay
More than many other types of essays, descriptive essays strive to create a deeply involved and
vivid experience for the reader. Great descriptive essays achieve this affect not through facts and
statistics but by using detailed observations and descriptions.
What do you want to describe?
As you get started on your descriptive essay, it's important for you to identify exactly what you
want to describe. Often, a descriptive essay will focus on portraying one of the following: a person a
place a memory an experience an object
Ultimately, whatever you can perceive or experience can be the focus of your descriptive writing.
Why are you writing your descriptive essay?
It's a great creative exercise to sit down...show more content...
Conventions of Descriptive Essays Illustrated by Sample Paragraphs
Appealing–to–the–Senses Description: Let the reader see, smell, hear, taste, and feel what you write
in your essay.
The thick, burnt scent of roasted coffee tickled the tip of my nose just seconds before the old,
faithful alarm blared a distorted top–forty through
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7. Descriptive Essay
Chandell Gabler
English 099–22–Intro to College Writing
9:05–10:15 am
Professor Braxton–Robinson/Professor Sheffield
Assignment: Write a Descriptive Essay describing a storm you have witnessed.
The storm I witnessed was Hurricane Sandy. When I first heard of the hurricane I thought it
wouldn't be as bad as some people were prediciting, but as the storm approached I certainly changed
my mind. As we sat in the house it became very real how bad the storm was going to be. It was
scary to hear the wind howling; blowing the trees around, hearing branches falling and the windows
rattling. Hurricane Sandy left a lot of desvesation and distruction not only in New Jersey but in the
Tri– State and surrounding areas. the storm left many...show more content...
Train and bus services were stopped due to substainal track damage and streets being flooded.
Down the shore there were mountains of sand in the middle of streets making them impassable.
There were people who had to be rescued from their homes due to rising flood waters. In our own
neighborhood we saw the effects of Hurricane Sandy, just not as bad as other parts of New Jersey
and surrounding areas. There were fallen branches from the trees on our street. Shingles from
people's roofs littered the street. People's satalite dishes hanging from their homes were hanging
from their homes by a single wire. Drain pipes, gutters and siding were rippped off some people's
homes. A tree by a near by school was ripped up from the roots and feel over onto someone's car.
Street and traffice light were not functioning making driving around town a little hard.
Hurricane Sandy left New Jersey and the Tri–State area damaged and devestated. Inspite of the
outcome of the storm, people in our area are a lot stronger than the effects of the storm. Being
able to see peole helping others in a time of need, donating time, efforts, money, clothes, food and
water. Line workers, Public Service and Gas company employees leaving their jobs and lives,
coming from all over to work 16–20 hour days to restore our nesscaties that we take for granted
everyday. Ordinary people putting pwer cords outside their homes once they regained power for
others without to be able to charge a simple
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8. Unit 3: Descriptive Writing
GCSE ENGLISH LANGUAGE UNIT 3: DESCRIPTIVE WRITING
The Descriptive Writing task in Unit 3 is worth 7.5% of the subject award and is marked out of
20. The mark given for each of the examples provided is supported by comments related to the
criteria given in the specification for (i) Content & Organisation; (ii) Sentence Structure, Punctuation
& Spelling. A notional grade is indicated in each case, based on the way that the same mark scale for
Writing has been used in the past, and consistent with the uniform mark scale which will be used in
the future to report results. However, it is important to note that in practice grade boundaries are
determined when units are awarded, and that prior to this individual students' marks are subject to
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"I can't believe you," she cries, hurls her last insult, and storms away, quickly followed by a small
group of girls. They spend the rest of the evening throwing dirty looks at the boys, none of whom
seem to care. Spinning faster and faster, the waltzer's occupants scream hysterically. "The louder
you scream, the faster we go," an impersonal voice claims on the intercom. As the ride explodes
with noise, the operator yawns and throws a lever. Outside his soundproof hut the ride
accelerates, then, climax over, it slows and stops. The controller stumbles out of the box and lets
the flushed people off of the ride. Some go straight to the back of the queue, others teeter off,
stumbling over their own feet. Gritting his teeth, a man in the car park presses the accelerator to
the floor, but to no avail. The grass is unrecognisable under all of the mud that has been churned
up by the cars that have been coming and going all day. His face reddens as the wheels spin,
spraying mud on to a shiny red Ferrari that someone was unsuspecting enough to bring. People are
pointing and laughing and the owner of the Ferrari is shouting. Finally, someone is helpful
enough to push him on his way and he leaves at top speed, without even bothering to say thank
you. On the rollercoaster, a young girl screams, while her older brother looks almost ready to fall
asleep. Her best friend in the seat behind is looking slightly green and is very much ready to go
home. The little girl whoops even louder
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9. Descriptive Essay About Myself
I find it extremely tough to talk about myself and my personal traits. In order for me to dIscuss
who I am in an accurate manner then I must provide some basic background information on
myself and talk about the Environment I grew up in. This way people can get a better
understanding of why I am the way I am. My Background is so essential In making me myself
because If I had been born under any different circumstances or grew up any differently I would be
a different person than I am today. I was born inAberdeen Scotland but raised in Fort Bend County
Texas. Aberdeen and Fort Bend both have great opportunities but differ in many ways. One way in
which they differ is that Fort Bend is very culturally diverse while in Aberdeen most of...show more
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Her family communicates to one another using spanish or sometimes english. I have always
grown up in a family that speaks only english so I find it interesting to go over to other people's
houses and hear them communicating in another language. On top of all of this meeting different
people has also opened my mind to new ideas. For example, in school when we work in group
projects we collaborate and communicate with people who think differently than us then work
together to figure out whose ideas will work the best and how to improve them.
Another factor that plays a part in why I am shaped how I am is my family's economic
circumstances. I have always had access to anything I needed and for that I have extreme
gratitude because I know some people have a lot of difficulty in life. Since I was born into a
family with such good economic circumstances I have been lucky to have lots of opportunities.
One Opportunity I had as a child was participating in taekwondo. I did taekwondo until I reached a
blackbelt which took years of hardwork and dedication. I had to memorize forms, Spar with other
competitors and break boards in order to continue to move up to the next level. Taekwondo also
helped keep me in good shape and fit when I was younger. Another Opportunity I am grateful for is
the skill of playing the piano. At first I was not all that enthusiastic about playing it but my parents
has signed me up and insisted I
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10. Descriptive Essay About Memories
Our lives are filled with many favorable memories, but only the best ones are formed when we
gain something from them. A great memory that I have is when I went to my first concert in
Richmond with my friend, Ciana, in March of 2017. This concert is one of my best memories
because it taught me how fun life can be, no matter how wild it may become.
My friend and I aren't wild people, but we do like to randomly plan crazy things. Ciana randomly
messaged me one month before and asked if I wanted to go see this band in March. With a why not
attitude, I agreed to go. I wasn't dying to see the band live, but I did enjoy their music. There was
three other bands playing at that concert, but I wasn't familiar with any of them. Becoming familiar
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To our left, there were stands where you could buy shirts. Since they weren't busy, we decided to
give the tall vender forty bucks for two of the band's tour t–shirts. It was a quick interaction, so we
still had plenty of time left. We figured we would go ahead and wait in the medium sized crowd.
The only part of the room that was well lit, was the stage. As we patiently waited, the variety of
bright colors danced across the stage. Slowly, more people came in and filled the crowd area in the
room. The stage and band equipment was set up by these men who paced across the stage. As we
waited for what seemed like eternity, time slowly stretched like finely rolled out dough. Finally, the
lights went out, and the first band came on stage.
The entire crowd screamed as loud as they can. The lights came back on and the first band comes
out. As we are enjoying the music we're listening to, the singer asks the crowd to make a moshpit.
Instantly, everybody is pushing to the perimeters of the crowd area in order to make a clear space.
Forming right next to where my friend and I are standing, the mosh pit errupted. It was very rough
to stand on the outer edge of the moshpit, but thankfully, this tall guy was our savior as he blocked
us from the tornado of bodies within the moshpit. Slowly, we pushed ourselves away from the
moshpit and towards the stage. At this point, my arm had already formed a bruise from the
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11. Descriptive Essay On An Island
The first thing that hit me was the sound. The sounds of birds, the sound of the sea crawling onto
the sand. I felt million grains of sand underneath my feet and the cool breeze against my face.
Moreover, the tantalizing scent of the washed–up waves, coconut, and pineapple are all mixed into
one. As I opened my eyes, I was amazed by how easily fantasy and reality intertwined at that
moment. It was like continuing a dream after waking up. So I dragged myself up and turn my
head to the east. While the sky in the opposite direction was still dark, the dawn on the east side
already broke. A mixture of yellow and orange on the horizon beneath a dark neon blue ocean of
night had begun to peek out. As the sun continuously rose, all of the purple and deep blue faded
away, and the sun took its mighty position at the top of the sky, shining so very blindingly beautiful.
After I watched the sunrise, my mood lifted. Notwithstanding, I still feel threatened for I got
trapped on an island. I stood there for a moment and tried to figure out how I got to this island. A
series of quick flashback of a shipwreck, and a big storm. Consequently, I have a severe headache, so
I decided to sit down in the sand. While sitting down, I observe the island and find that I was
surrounded by water and some other islands. The water around the island was as clear as crystal,
to the point I can see the depths of the sea. Again, I dragged myself up and turn to the back; it
seemed like a tropical paradise. There were multitudes of greenery, lush foliage that looked like they
were painted on.
I walk deeper into the island. Nowhere, the sound of the birds started to raise up. It brought
freedom and happiness to the mind. Beautiful flowers in reds, yellows, purples, and pinks lounged
happily along the banks of small streams. Following the streams, it allowed me to hear the playful
sound of the water lapping on the rocks, and the sound of leaves rustling when the wind blew
gently, bringing with it a feeling of peace and tranquility. Continuing through the trees, my stomach
started growling like a monster who is ready to eat its prey. Accordingly, the smell of fruits
suddenly arises on my left side so I made my way toward the fruity smell,
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12. Descriptive Essay Example
Descriptive Essay Final The downtown metropolis can be a complex place, and some may need
to become accustomed to it. It is Five O' Clock in the afternoon. The sun is starting to drag itself
lower, dimming the landscape, leaving a majestic orange on the horizon. The towering structures
above leave enormous shadows on the people below. Car horns ring and sirens pulse, as the
people make haste towards there destinations, rushing aggressively as if though it is a race. The
end of the work day has just began. The craze is unique from anywhere else. An endless flow of
people and vehicles seem to liter the area. A man can be seen making his way towards a small
parking lot. The parking lot has not been taken care of for some time. Potholes...show more content...
Lush, green trees are everywhere. Every house and small business seems to have one or two of
them. The car makes it's way down a small street, with old fashioned houses. The car comes to a
halt in front of a beautiful tan house. The house feels cozy. The tan painted planks of wood stack
up until they reach the charcoal shingles of the rooftop. Two enormous windows are on the front
of the house, with fine, white curtains that can be seen hanging from them on the other side. On
the left side of a house there is a large chimney, which gives the house a traditional look with it's
brown and red bricks. In the front yard of the house there is a smooth, clean concrete walkway to
the front door, surrounded by many bushes, and flowers; trimmed perfectly. This house is well
kept, and it stands out as a beauty in the neighborhood. The man walks up his paved walkway, and
into the house through a large white door, with four small windows on it, and a cross like pattern
beneath them. The doors gives of the look as if it is an entryway to heaven. The house is peaceful.
Only the birds chirping in the trees can be heard. And as the man enters his house excited children
raise there voices, "Daddy Daddy!". This family man is
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13. Descriptive Essay About My Village
Wherever I am, I find it hard to resist the tempting call of my hometown. My hometown is a small
village located in Shandong province. There are about two thousand people in the village. Small
as it is, it's a very beautiful place and has its own folk culture. The weather is warm in winter and
cool in summer. It's a good place for tourism. The most attractions in the village are the river
around my hometown and the green hills opposite the river. On the hills there are large tea
plantations and fruit trees. The river, in which there are all kinds of big and smooth cobbles,
flows gurgling in four seasons, with groups of fish and shrimps playing in the water. When spring
was coming, the fields look like a green carpet, and the willows by the river are putting forth a lot
of tender branches. With breeze blowing, the long thin branches gently brush the cool and
refreshing water; there are groups of ducks having fun in the river. Spring is also a season of
sowing. When the parents are working in the field, the child are playing all kinds of games near
the river, such as swing, eagle catches chicken, seesaw and so on. Summer follows spring. The
children sit on the large stones in the river, where they pat the water and make splashes. The
sound of water, and the noise of the children's chatting and laughing are mixed together. The birds
in the woods are unwilling to be lonely, singing and dancing with joy. The old people sat under
the big trees talking about their life experiences. The government has set up a drift on the slope
of the mountain, so you can experience a great drifting experience on the hot summer day.
Autumn is a bright and colorful season. The leaves of the trees along the river are as red as fire
like pieces of rosy clouds. The paddy fields glitter in the sunshine, with dropping ears of rice.
They ripple in the autumn wind just like a golden sea. The fish in the water jumped out of the
water. A large group of people are fishing with a harpoon along the river. They set up a grill,
enjoying a great seafood feast. In winter, the pine trees on the hills stand like soldiers. They are
evergreen. The children lead an active life though the weather is very cold; they skate and dance in
the snow,
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14. Descriptive Essay About Christmas
r 2017
"My favorite holiday" Christmas is my favorite holiday of the year. I love seeing the shinny
Christmas lights that decorates my street and the sound of fresh fallen snow on the ground.
Christmas reminds me of family, the laughter and loved we shared, and the gifts we gave to each
other. My house on Christmas became the center of my joy. I remember waking up on Christmas
day with a huge smile on my face, heart full of joy, and my stomach barking. I can smell all the
spices cooking down stairs. As soon as I got out of bed I will rushed down the steps into the
kitchen to see what my mom had prepare for us on this special day. We had different variety of food
turkey, stuffing, ham, bake beans, mac and...show more content...
Me and my older cousins drag the box outside onto the front porch. As I begin to open the box my
hands started trembling. I couldn't tell if my hands were shaking from the excitement or because
it was five degrees outside. It took us two hours to put the hoop together. Our lips felt like icicles
we were numb from head to toe, but it was worth every moment. It was the most beautiful
basketball hoop I ever seen. It was candy apple red and the backboard had lights on it just in case I
wanted to play in the dark. I thought Santa Claus gave me the coolest gift in the world. Later on
in the evening I use to enjoy sitting in our cozy living room while, the fireplace was burning
sipping on hot cocca and scoff down ginger bread cookies we made the night before. My family
was always exchanging jokes. My brother Tito and my sister Titania love joking around, but my
brother was a lot funnier than my sister. He was the jokester in the family. I remember this one
particular joke my brother said about my aunt. He said she had a temptation hair style. I was
hollering it was so funny because when you looked at her hair it did remind you of the singer
group the Temptation. You would of thought she was a member of the group. I was laughing so
hard tears were running down my face and I urinated a little on myself . My brother always made
holidays so much fun. Christmas was very special to me because the feast my mother
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15. Campus Descriptive Essay
West Virginia University has hands down the most gorgeous campus I have ever seen. Every
morning I would wake up knowing that I have the privilege of attending a good school with a
breathtakingly beautiful campus. I was gradually awoken by the warm rays of sunlight filtering
into my room like a gentle wake up call. I got up to look out the window and I saw my fellow
classmates walking to class and going about their days. Stretching and yawning I prepare myself for
the day. I cannot help but to think that today is going to be a good day. As I stepped outside for the
first time I felt the cool breeze gently blowing between the buildings, giving everyone it touches a
breath of fresh air. Strolling through campus, I stopped for a minute to admire how the sun was
shining down on like a spotlight on all the beautiful blue and gold flowers. The landscapers
worked hard planting the flowers of the most royal of blues and the perfect shade of golden
yellow. Walking further down the hill I saw the familiar "flying dub v" on every passing persons
clothing. Most of my classmates were in a rush to get to class, but I took my time just absorbing
my surroundings. A strong breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass to my nose and embraced
me as I continued my journey to class. Passing several students on my way, nodding my head in
acknowledgement, a few familiar faces make eye contact and smile. The weather that day was
perfect, not too hot, but
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16. Descriptive Essay On A Swimming Pool
The fascinating, open air swimming pool is located near a tremendous ocean with its beautiful
view. Swimming pool is construct with the cool blue tiles that enhance the color of water in the
pool. Day is not so hot due to slight breeze that touching the people faces softly. Water in the pool is
blue as the sky and clean as the crystal. Cool blue Water of pool is soothing the eyes and refreshing
mind and body. The place is busy and crowded with visitors. People there wanted to dive in the
deep of water. Youngsters diving in the pool with eyes closed, arms outstretched feeling their heart
before feeling the depth of water. Splashing of water on others seems very interesting and a great
fun for children. They seems to enjoy splashing on their...show more content...
In my positive description I relate water with "crystal" because it is clean and totally clear. I also
relate water with "sky" due to its blue color. In my negative description I describe the sound of
waves with the word "roaring". Because the sound of waves at night feels so loud and dreadful.
In my positive and negative description of swimming pool I used similes and metaphors. I used
these to do comparison of two unlike things because it's give beauty to your writing. . For example
"water is clear as the crystal" "water is blue as the sky". I also used personification like" slight breeze
that touching the people faces softly"
While writing about description of a place I realize how interesting is that to describe a place you
see with your all senses present. Describing each and every, pleasant or unpleasant detail about
place make you go deep inside what you see, feel, hear etc. when I start writing, I came to realize
that describing the place and it's view in positive and negative both aspects is the difficult thing.
One must have to be careful while choosing words. I have to keep a difference between pleasant
and unpleasant description. Writer's tool box proves to be very helpful in writing. Five different
tools of it make yourself able to analyze different aspects of your writing in a very detailed way.
While describing a place writer feels full freedom in sharing of his thoughts. He can write freely
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17. Descriptive Essay : Words, Words
Words? What is the meaning of words? Through someone's aspect, it could be considered as the
most efficient communicating tool of human being. On the other hand, some people may treat it as
an irreplaceable expression of their emotion. Objectively speaking, "words" could definitely be
concluded in both ways above, but in my opinion, using words is a privilege and honor. I use
words to gain knowledge and words give me all kinds of possibilities of understanding new stuff
when I intend to enhance my personal abilities.
–When do you like words; when not? Mostly, words represents simple language communication and
stand for a carrier of people's emotion. For example, I felt very upset and frustrated when I got a
few deny letters from some universities I applied in the last year of my high school. During that
time, every single word from these letters turned to be sharp and dreadful. However, when I have
a chat with my old friends, I usually enjoy every moment of texting and also enjoy every word I
type during those chats. In general, whether I like or dislike some certain words, it is not only
depends on words itself, but also depends on the words–using in its different situations.
–What's easy; what's not? Personally, I think poems and some traditional literatures are very hard
for me. In contrast, I feel easy when I read novels and scientific papers.
–Who are you as a reader, writer, thinker, speaker, listener?
– If you're lucky enough to think, read, hear, write in
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18. Descriptive Essay About My Grandmother
My grandmother was a tough lady.
At just over five feet tall, she was the kind of woman that you saw on the street and knew to move
out of her way. Her demeanor was strict, her hands tied with thick blue veins, crissВcrossing over
her thin, frail fingers.
I remember holding her hands as a child, how delicate and soft they seemed and yet that never
made them seem any less worn or sturdy. Her hands told stories of different times, of different
worlds and hardships. She had grown up worlds away from me, in a different land, at a different
time, in an era and a life that I would never know.
My grandmother had stories.
But, she never told stories. Her stories were in the way she ate – she savored her food, cherished it.
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She was seldom outwardly affectionate. She didn't need to be. When I wrapped my arms around
her small frame, afraid I would break her, she responded with a strength disproportionate to her size.
She held tightly, like she was holding on for dear life, and then she let go, she smiled and she
moved on.
My grandmother was an intelligent woman.
She had little schooling, but she had run businesses. She had managed on her own, with a husband
and sons, in a country that didn't care for her or her culture, but only for their aggrandized version
of it. Her experiences were rightful cause to be jaded and hard, and yet she saw brightness and she
saw brightness in me. She saw the great things in life, she loved hard and appreciated the little things
– us going for a walk together or just sitting in the sun on a warm day.
My grandmother's stories were in her complaints.
My grandmother complained about petty things: things that I would complain about. But she never
complained about life and she never complained about pain.
My grandmother had developed a brain tumor, which when removed, removed much of her
immediate memory. For a long time, she didn't remember my name. She had no idea who I was. But
she tried and she learned.
She understood perseverance and the importance of people and she carried on against all odds. The
last time I spoke to her, she knew exactly who I was, despite

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20. Examples Of A Descriptive Essay On A Room
Contrastive Paragraphs Essay Assingment My dorm room is a rectangular room with beds on
the opposite sides. On one side there is room for two closets with long mirrors that are used as
doors. Between the two beds on the side opposite the closets are two desks that are covered with
papers, water bottles, notebooks and pens. In the midde of the room sits a black flimsy square
card table, covered with a stack of dirty plates and a binder. There are posters hung up around the
room, a women's division three national championships poster, a periodic table, an american flag,
and various photos of friends and family. The walls and ceiling are white and the floor is carpeted,
with a matrix of various grey rectangles. There is a central lamp in the middle of the ceiling that
illuminates the room and the blinds keep the rest of the light out. My dorm room is my home away
from home. The room represents the collection of all the objects I thought important enough to bring
with me to college so in a way it is me. Having to limit myself to only taking a certain amount of
things from my home forces me to distill my priorities and interests. I have to figure out what my
favorite shirts are, my favorite books, what decorations look the best, what color I want my sheets
to be. In a way, I am choosing the traits that I want to bring with myself to college. My room is the
combination of my chosen traits, building into my college identity. Because of my familiarity with
everything
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21. Descriptive Essay About Vacation
Max Mudger
Mrs. Oncu
DE 11
30 October 2017
Narrative Essay
The air was filled with salt and warm sunlight. The waves were crashing against the Hawaiian sand
causing a beautiful and relaxing sound. With flapping wings and squawking noises, seagulls were
stalking tourists in the search of food. The soft, hot sand was soothing to the touch. The palm trees
danced in the swaying wind and the aroma of distant barbecues and sunscreen wafted in the air. As a
native Floridian, the thought of a Hawaiian vacation was appealing. Hours of waiting began to
accumulate when I was informed that my flight to Hawaii had been rescheduled. My frustration built
as I sat and anticipated the start to my vacation. After the airplane trip to the islands, I...show more
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Crowds of people began to funnel in to this one location on the beach. I imagined that an animal
had washed up on the shore and could not get back into the water. My curiosity grew, and I left my
chair to follow the path of everyone else down the shoreline.
Upon reaching the scene, I became aware of what happened. I stared down at a little girl who was
lying face up and was unresponsive to family members calling her name. It was evident that she
had drowned and was on the edge of death. Life guards began to pound on her chest and start chest
compulsions. She continued to stay motionless. Quickly, lifeguards began the operations of CPR.
These long and tiring procedures made the lifeguards physically tired. The rest of the family
bickered back and forth on whose fault this was. "Why couldn't you just watch her and do what you
were told?" I heard behind me. The father screamed, "It was not my responsibility to do that, it was
yours!" The clear frustration began to build and caused more confusion.
The lifeguards circling around the little girl seemed frightened. Leaning closer to hear the rumors
being spread throughout the crowd, I unintentionally noticed the disturbing sound of gargling from
the little girl. She had regained consciousness, but could not breathe due to the water trapped in her
lungs. Policemen arrived on the beach and began to push back the imaginary boundaries
surrounding the circle of lifeguards. The police advised everyone to leave the beach
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