Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

I just could not believe what happened. My night was going so good, then all of a sudden it turned into a nightmare. The entire ride home I just stared out the window at the pitch black sky. My dad and I never spoke a word the whole time. When we approached the place where I wrecked, I tensed up and closed my eyes. It made me sick to my stomach to see the truck upside down. The next thing I knew we were pulling into my driveway. When I got inside, I hugged my dad and told him I loved him and I was sorry for what happened. I then did what the nurse said and went in the shower. As I stood in the shower with the warm water hitting my face, the accident kept playing over and over in my head. With all of the glass and dirt washed out of my hair, I went to bed. It was beyond relaxing to lay in my bed. I layed there for a few moments,then slowly drifted to

One morning Last summer I woke up in my bed and I got up to have breakfast when I remembered it was a special day.Today is the day me and my little brother, big brother, mom and dad were going to Frankenmuth.So we had breakfast I had some Honey Comb and then I and my family were getting all of our stuff ready and getting dressed and then we all brushed our teeth and got our shoes on and then we were off to Frankenmuth.After a while we got on to the highway and man was it storming hard so it was hard for us to see in front of us when all of a sudden POP! CRACK! BUMP! We didn’t know what happened until we looked at our tires we had seen a hole in two of them we looked back and we have seen what we hit it was a Pothole.So we had to call Onstar

As we pulled into my driveway, my mom was waiting outside. My dad got out the van and went and hugged my mom, I was still sitting in the van. My hand sat on the handle, or at least I think it did, my body felt numb. A few minutes later, I finally opened the door and walked up to my mom who was still outside, my dad was inside telling my brother the news.

I sighed with exhaustion I was tired but didn't want to fall asleep just because I liked to challenge myself on car rides to not fall asleep no matter how much I wanted to. A few minutes everyone started waking up. As soon as everyone was awake my dad told us he wanted to take a picture of all of us in the car to post on his facebook. My mom agreed and said to wait a little bit until we got off the highway. When we got of the off the highway my dad got out his phone and we all got ready to take a picture. My dad and mom checked around them to make sure no one was behind them or around them, so when we took a picture we wouldn't crash or have an accident. Dad said we were all clear and that we could take our picture. The first picture we took was all blurry so dad said we should take another one. He didn't check the road because we all thought no one was around us because we couldn't hear anyone coming. The second picture came cut my brother out. So we took another one. My dad was about to take the third picture, he put down his phone when he saw it a car turned and crashed into

It was a warm summer night we were parked up by Lake Taupo. It was horrible, while I was sleeping this guy came out of the forest where we spent laying looking at the stars moments before. He came out sawed off shotgun in hands, took one shot right at her. I bolted upright and dragged her into her ute and drove to the hospital begging her not to die, police on the phone as he was shooting as I drove off.Sitting in the hospital waiting room was the hardest thing ever not being allowed to just go in and sit with her, having to wait for her to stabilize. I finally decided to go get something to eat. I walked past her room as I did I glanced in to check on her. It was the worst thing to see. Heart monitor flatlining, doctors injecting and doing CPR nurses rushing past with carts. It felt like I was frozen, I broke down right there. Tears gushing, begging her not to die.

In the morning, Caireann woke me up. She stood above my bed, shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes, looking at her. Then I looked across the room to her empty bed. Andy 's empty bed sat in the corner. I swallowed, climbing out of bed.

To see Kendrick leave this morning was much harder than I imagined it would be. To say we’d grown close would be an understatement. We come up with plans to Skype each other on his down time. It needed to be enough for the time being, we had no other options.

His name was Cwedolscead. He had not chosen the name and he was not aware of who it might have been who gave him the name. But he cursed them to the rankest, most festering depths of hell, which no doubt, was where they resided anyway. The name was not assigned at his birth, when the first haze of his dark nascent energy belched forth from the blackest hearts of humanity, but came later, the word spewing unbidden from the nadir of damnation, floating on the stench of brimstone to swaddle itself around him, as his disparate strands coalesced into a conscious, if formless being.

“Because that’s what it looks like,” I bawled, irritated when I sensed the laughter my son sucked in. “You three are all in cahoots; anyone can tell that. You knuckleheads just don’t want to admit it, that I’m right.” I jested with a mother’s omniscience right to do so, then I softened, with a mother’s omniscience will to do so, too.

The volatile smell of coolant and gasoline assaulted my nose as I took in the chaos around me; metallic taste hanging in the air. The metal groaned as the car settled into its mangled state. I watched as my parents ran over to the vehicle. I stepped out of the backseat, my seven-year-old body trembling. My mother yelled over her shoulder, “Kaydie! I need you to come over here right now!” I ran over to my mother as she pulled the back door open revealing a sobbing 4-year-old girl. “Kaydie, this little girl is very scared and we need to help her parents. Can you sit with her?” I crawled up into the back seat, next to the little girl. She looked at me with terrified eyes, “Where is my mommy and daddy?” I took her hand and told her she was going to be ok and that my mommy and daddy were with hers. We sat there, hand in hand, as I told her a story about a little girl riding a unicorn while I watched my parents helping hers.

The following morning, a Portkey deposited Fleur at the iron gate protecting Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft. She made her way to her apartment where a small but well-placed living room featured a large window overlooking Hogwarts’ Quidditch pitch and a fireplace built into a bordering wall. A bookcase, end table, couch, and two plush chairs filled the room. To Fleur’s left, a kitchenette snuggled aside a short hallway leading to her bathroom and bedroom.

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.

Careful not to make a noise, though it wouldn’t matter if I did, I crept over to my victim sprawled across the floor. One, two, three. I pounded a nail into my target’s head. The satisfying crack of the skull filled the room. Around me, a pool of blood began to form. Trapping, encasing, stopping me from moving. The thick liquid moved with a purpose, though I doubt it knew what that was. Slowly, then all at once, the color drained from his face, like watching the credits of a movie fade into the screen. Gone. Until next time, but, unlike a movie, he didn’t have a next time. Sirens wailed in the distance. They’d be here soon, but it didn’t matter. They were always a couple seconds behind me and that’s all the time I needed to escape.

After calling and asking if her grandfather would mind some company, Melanie showered and changed her clothes. She wanted to look nice and presentable and not dust covered from being in the apartment that had been locked up for over a couple of weeks. Being dropped off at the cottage in Homewood, she climbed the stairs and knocked on the door.

I had only been to Nabir once. I was traveling to another plane when I discovered I had accidentally deviated from the normal route, landing myself in an unfamiliar place. The Nabirians wore elaborately engraved tags around their necks that varied between bright neon to modest bland colors, all of which had numerical values inscribed upon them. The people minded their own business, kept polite conversations, and talked in smooth voices; a refreshing change to the other unscrupulous planes I had visited in the past. I was enticed, however, by how incredibly intelligent the people on the plane appeared to be — though I soon found that conversing with a Nabir native could be quite undesirable and mostly one sided.