OCEAN

Everyone has a place where they go to escape all the pressures and worries of
life. There is always that one spot that can soothe all your problems and troubles
in times of stress. For me, the beach is the ultimate cure to all of my problems.
While I am there, all of my obligations are suddenly erased.

As I stroll along I can feel the soft smooth sand beneath my feet. I am taken in by
the soothing atmosphere that encircles me. I close my eyes, letting myself
absorb the blistering rays of the sun on a scorching summer day. I am comforted
by the sounds of the ocean; the rhythmic pounding of the waves represses all of
my worries. I look into the cloudless cerulean blue sky and see the perfection of
life. I often want to be like a seagull, seemingly drifting endlessly in the wind
without a care in the world. As I sit in my chair I can see all the sights of
Now that I am relaxed, I allow myself to close my eyes and drift off for a peaceful
nap. I am soon awoken but the sounds of birds scurrying about for food along the
shore line. I open my eyes, and to my surprise, the setting sun hangs in the sky
like a red-orange balloon off in the distance. I find myself alone on the beach.
The surf has ceased to crash on the shores, the placid waves gently roll onto the
sand. The sky is transformed into a colorful horizon; filled with endless streams of
purple and blue.

As the daylight falls to the darkness of night I can feel the change in temperature
on my skin. A chilly mist can be felt in the wind blowing off the calm sea. On my
walk back along the sand I am reminded of those obligations that have evaded
me on my peaceful journey. Tomorrow brings school and work; however, I am
not the least upset. I do not
DESCRIPTIVE ESSAY

Dancing in the Night

It was a long, frigid night. The air was crisp and there was fog building up on the
windows, as she sat and waited in the car for the night to end and daybreak to
arrive. She had been fighting with her boyfriend of several years. As always, the fight
ended with a loud WHACK… Her face red with shame and damp with tears she
shed. She did not know why she shed them- more for the pain or for the
embarrassment.

She sat in the car, her cries for pain dancing in the cold air, her breath becoming
shorter on the intake. She wanted to break free. She wanted to break the chains
over this abuse! Oh how she wanted to drive, drive anywhere and start her life over
again. But again, as always, she had an excuse. She had reasoning for this crazy
life, this notion of love. Thoughts swirling in her head. And then her breathing would
dance in the frigid air once again.

It was two o’clock in the morning. She had little clothing on to keep her warm. The
only protection from the cold, besides the thin sheath of a jacket on her arms and an
old scarf, was the array of goose pimples. She cupped her icy hands over her mouth
and withdrew a hearty, deep breath. That still was not enough. She ran the scenario
through her mind, Shaking once again from the cold night, she decided to try and get
the heater to go on in her old Oldsmobile. Turning the key clockwise, pumping the
break… A load croak and moan spoke from within the car. Her luck- the car was
dead. She knew nothing about cars. She was miles from home and from civilization.

figure out where she went wrong, where she wronged the man whom she loved so
dearly. All she could think of was how the thrashing of their bodies collided together,
the pain she felt everytime he wanted to. She would tell him to stop, but he would
stop at nothing. He always got what he wanted. These thoughts running through her
mind were making her cry uncontrollably. She brought her hands to her face, gently
cupping her rosy, tear stricken face.

Six o’clock. Almost time for the rooster to crow. She made her way from the broken
car to the side of the road. She saw some truckers pass by this secluded road during
the night. She wondered if any of them had heat. What she would do for warmth
right about now… Then she spotted it- a large tractor-trailer coming her way. She
withdrew her chaffed thumb from her pocket, shaking violently from the rough night
of tears and lack of warmth. She still managed to shake her hip and open one more
button on her jacket. She slightly exposed her sequin top from work the day before.
She hid her tips in the hole of the right sleeve. All she needed was warmth and a
place to lay her head.
 ENVIRONMENT
The environment is a very popular subject these days, regardless which side you’re on.
A good essay on environment might be better if all sides of the issue were researched
and examined.
Needless to say, “An Inconvenient Truth” very effectively presents the side which
believes that mankind caused the “climate change”. The facts and figures, however,
have been in question for some time and may have been altered to make the intended
point. When using a documentary of any type, it’s a good idea to verify the facts and
extrapolations before using them, in order to avoid errors.
That being said, “the environment” is a very big term and can have many different
meanings. People have a “home environment”, meaning the place where they live and
all the conditions therein. Students with a happier home environment tend to do better in
school and be more successful as they get older.
Work is another “environment” that often determines the attitudes of the employees. A
pleasant workplace can keep people on the job, while an unpleasant one tends to make
the employees unhappy and their performance poor. When you research essay topics
you should be clear about your point and state it specifically in the introduction to an
essay as well.
On the subject of the environment (as meant in the most common usage), there are
many different factors at work. Weather conditions, altitudes and climate in general
cause the outdoor environment to be vastly different from one place to another. The
Swiss Alps are as different from the Gobi desert as they can get. Yet they have a few
things in common. For example, the wind blows and the temperatures raise and lower,
according to the time of day and even the seasons of the year. No matter where you are,
everything runs in cycles or seasons. So, after you decide which angle to take on your
essay on environment you are ready to begin the creative process.
Mankind has stewardship of the environment, as a whole. But it wasn’t always that way.
Looking at the geological record, we can see that the seasons came and went, much as
they do now. Dendrochronology (the scientific study of tree rings) can tell us a great deal
about the earth when humans were a minority. Reference books can be found in most
libraries that explain geology and dendrochronology from a purely scientific standpoint.
These are all great resources when writing an essay on environment.
Pollution is a fact of life, and has always been. Volcanoes and oil seepage from the
ocean floor cause temporary pollution, while dissipating in time. For example, the wind
currents distribute volcanic smoke and ash over a huge area, causing less damage than
in the immediate path of the lava floe. Undersea oil seepage is removed by the sand and
salt of the tides as the water dissolves it. Tornadoes, cyclones and typhoons wreak their
havoc where they strike, but do little damage further away. Tsunamis are the same, their
effects are felt in a certain area, but not any further. These are all working parts of the
natural environment, along with the changing seasons so an essay on environment
should encompass all of these facts.
The world that human kind occupies is under our control, up to a point. If we are wise,
and good stewards of the Earth, we can change a little of the world. We can clear land
for farming and building, hunting, fishing and mining without causing permanent
damage. We can stop water and air pollution with reasonable restrictions and oversight.
Replanting trees to prevent erosion and flooding is another good way to protect the
environment. Information on all these things are readily available both on the internet
and in libraries.
 Water: The Life of the World
We all understand the importance of water resources in our existence. Without
this resource, life is not possible on earth. However, the development of human
societies has lead to the depletion of our water resources. This is mainly due to
the fact that nature is not at the top of the list of people when it comes to
development. They only want to use the available resources without ever
considering saving them. That is why it is only practical that students become
aware of our environment’s condition. You too can take part on this awareness
campaign by writing an essay on water.
An essay on water is of course an article that will utilize water as the main topic
of interest. A number of times we hear that our water resources are becoming
more and more scarce. Because of people’s ignorance on its importance, we
remain at the brink of experiencing major calamities anytime soon. Therefore,
what can we write in our essays if we are to talk about water?
First of all, let us discuss how you can write an essay on water. Just like any
other essays, this type of composition will apply the same rules in writing. First,
you have to choose a good topic. Water is a general term so you have to select a
specific scope of discussion. Next, write the thesis statement. It should be a
strong and assertive thesis. Third, write the outline of an essay. This will give you
an opportunity to manage your ideas. Fourth, you must include the major
paragraphs of the essay. These are the introduction, body paragraphs and the
conclusion.
In terms of choosing the topic for an essay, you must have first the direction of
writing. Direction means the purpose of why you are utilizing the topic for an
essay. For example, you can write an essay in narrative form, a narrative essay.
Alternatively, you can compose an article that describes water resources, a
descriptive essay. Some more direction in writing according to format are case
and effect, expository, informative, argumentative and persuasive.
 MOUNTAIN RESORT
For those who like winter sports like skiing and snowboarding, we have just the
perfect place- the remote yet very popular mountain resort called Balea Lake.

It is situated at an altitude of 2,034m, being the highest mountain resort of

Romania. The cliffs are covered with snow from November till late July,
sometimes still persisting till the new one arrives. First, you have to reach Balea
Waterfall, and only afterwards try to get to the lake. Late spring is the best time to
come- you take the main road and you’re disappointed cause you see no sign of
snow and you think you have come such a long way for nothing. But you keep
driving, hoping to find that wonderful place where you can ski or snowboard in T-
shirt only, without worrying you’ll catch another cold and hoping to meet some of
the friends you haven’t seen for the past month or more. The road makes a big
turn and suddenly you see what you’ve been waiting for: the big mountains are
still covered with snow. So everyone is happy and anxious to finally arrive up
there. The area is fantastic for the best skiers and boarders and it offers excellent
routes for freeride.

The resort has only two chalets, each one situated on one side of the lake.
There are many tow-days contests taking place here. The participants are from
many different countries and they come here to have fun and do what they like
and know best: extreme ski and snowboard. Snowboard is relatively a new
extreme sport in Romania, but there already are many kids who practice it.
Parties where everyone is having a good time and creating a friendly
atmosphere, one would say specific to this place follow the contests. The party
lasts till late in the night, when a peaceful silence covers the mountains. But the
calm doesn’t last too long. Tired, but woken by the lukewarm rays of sun, the
riders begin the new day with some tricks and jumps on the quarterpipe taking
advantage of the snow as much as possible.

This is the place where my friends and I spend a great deal of our leisure time.
The atmosphere is very cozy-going and friendly. The calm and splendor of the
mountains helps me relax and offers me the chance of escaping the every day
routine and problems by doing what I like best: snowboarding.
 THE HUMAN BODY

The human body is made up of a number of different systems. Each system has
a separate function, but some work together.

One system is the skeleton, which serves to support the body and protect the
internal organs. The respiratory system enables us to breathe and take oxygen
into the blood, which moves around the body by means of the circulatory system.
The digestive system enables us to take in food needed for growth. Waste matter
is ejected from the body by means of the urinary system. The nervous system
controls the other systems and enables human beings to think.

The endocrine system consists of various glands, such as the thyroid, sex and
adrenal glands. The function of these glands is to secrete chemicals, known as
hormones, into the blood. These hormones control various processes in the
body, such as growth, sexual activities and digestion..

Each system is made up of organs. The lungs, for example, are part of the
respiratory system. The heart is an organ in the circulatory system. The liver
functions as part of the digestive system and other systems.

Every organ is composed of several kinds of tissue. Epithelial tissue, which

includes the skin, forms a covering over organs. Connective tissue supports and
holds together parts of the body and includes bone and cartilage. Other types of
tissue include nerve tissue and blood tissue.

All tissue consists of cells. These are so small that they are measured in
thousandths of a millimeter and can only be seen with a microscope. Each cell is
covered with a thin membrane which surrounds a nucleus, and a jelly-like
substance, called cytoplasm. This in turn contains minute particles, each with its
own special function.
 THE HORSE FARM

I am jarred out of a relaxing sleep by a voice yelling my name in a loud whisper,

and a light burning through my eyelids. Groggily, I open my eyes to see my father
standing in the doorway to my messy room. He tells me that I need to get going,
that it is 3:00 a.m., and I'm burning daylight. I find my clothes and get dressed.
The whole time I wonder why I get up this early to visit the rugged outdoors. I
want to go back to bed, but I know my dad will be back in to make sure I am
getting ready, in a little bit. Instead, I put my boots and my wide-brimmed, black
cowboy hat on, and walked out to catch the horses. The horses are all excited
because it is dark and they are not that cooperative. My dad and I get them
saddled and in the trailer, and go back into the house to get our lunch, water, and
a cup of coffee. Now, we can head for the high country.

It is still dark when we get there, so our horses are still very alert; they keep
moving around and snorting with eyes wide and nostrils flared. I strap my pistol
to my hips and tie the tip of the holster to my leg so it doesn't flop. We are ready
to go, so I take a deep breath of the sharp, clean, mountain air and step into the
saddle. As we ride along in the dark, I begin to relax. Man, I love the smell of cool
mountain air; there is nothing in the world quite like it. It is so refreshing for me.

As the sky begins to brighten to a gray, and the stars that were so brilliant just
seconds ago begin to grow dim, my imagination starts to picture things moving
that are really nothing but shadows in the trees. It is as if the shadows are racing
around trying to find their owners before the sun peeks its gleaming face up over
the horizon. A deer jumps from its bed, scaring the horses and pumping a quart
of adrenaline through my system, as my pistol jumps to my hand. Once I realize
it is just a deer, I put my pistol back in its holster.

In the last seconds before the sun rises, the sky turns a soft blue. The sun breaks
the horizon and begins to shine its warmth down on me; I can see more of the
beauty that is all around me. I can see beams of light perfectly outlining the
ragged mountains, as I look across the valley. As the sun floats higher in the
pure blue sky, it reveals more and more of the beauty that the land holds. In
every direction my eyes take in the trees, cattle grazing on a side hill, and elk
moving through the aspen trees. Sometimes, when I am here, I will see a coyote
appear and then vanish like the wind.

Each time I visit this place I get the same relaxing feeling, yet in a way it is new.
When I look upon the beauty of nature, I know that these places were created
knowing there would be people like me on earth to enjoy them.
 MY DREAM HOUSE

As I approach the island on which my dream house awaits, I catch a quick

glimpse of it. It is huge, and is the most noticeable building in the area. My
private plane lands on the air strip next to the house. I get out of the plane
and start my journey through a heavily wooded path leading to my dream house.
I walk with anxiety toward the house at which I will spend the rest of my life.
All around me lie the most beautiful trees and plants you have ever seen. It
is peaceful but you can hear the sounds of birds chirping and small forest
creatures frolicking in the under brush. As I continue to walk along the path
the end starts to appear. I now see my house for the first time up close.
Nothing could have prepared me for the moment I was about to experience.
My house that I designed is all I imagined and more. It is a four story
dream on a huge fifteen acre lot. As I approach the stairs at the entrance to
the house I am surrounded by four columns leading to the most elegant doors I
have ever seen. They are made of mahogany and have a stained glass window
in the center. The handles and the frame is made of brass. As I continue
around
the house I come across three windows overlooking the entrance to the house.
There are black shutters on each window. As the porch continues to the south
side of the house I am now looking over the Pacific Ocean. A huge eight foot
picture is facing the same way I am. As I look down and observe the ocean I
see two piers jutting out into the Pacific. On either side of the piers are
huge boulders protecting the coast line from erosion. The house's walls are
made of stucco and it has an old fashion shingles that are a clay color.
As I walk into the back yard I am surrounded by the best things a man
could ever want. Well not quite everything! But a lot of things. I walk
toward the road and I first come across a basketball court. To the left of the
basket ball court is a tennis court. There is a bar in between the two to take
a break at between games. On the opposite side of the yard there is an in
ground swimming pool that is connected to the pool inside the house. As my
journey comes to a close I notice a white gazebo off to the east of the house.
It is in a position such that you can see anyone entering or leaving the lot if
you are sitting in it.
As my plane leaves to go home to pack I take one last look at the house.
I think to myself, "Yes this is my dream house, My dream house."
 FOOTBALL

One one thousand. The stands are filled with men, women, and children waving
their hands and homemade signs. The cheers coming from the crowd make it
hard for me to hear. I smell the hot dogs, popcorn, and pizza being sold at the
concession stand. The marching band has just left the field with the tuba player’s
last note still ringing in my ear. In the fourth quarter with us in the lead by five the
scoreboard shows six seconds. The coach yells, “It’s time to go”! I strap on my
helmet with great enthusiasm and head towards the field to take my position.

Two one thousand, three one thousand. Their quarterback quickly shouts out a
play. I think to myself “Are my pads secure?” My thoughts quickly turn back to the
game as I look up just in time to see two hundred and fifty pounds of blue and
white running toward me at full speed. As the sweat rolls down my face my eyes
start to burn. My legs suddenly grow weak with fatigue. My hands start to shake
as I start to run towards my opponent. I feel a sudden breeze. I start to gag on
my mouthpiece. I look up, but all I can see is a glare from the sun, which begins
to blind me.

Four one thousand, five one thousand. My bones start to crack. I suddenly
realized that I have been hit, and hit hard. I’m now lying on the ground thinking to
myself “What happened?” I taste a thick substance and quickly realize that my lip
was bleeding. Now I’m in so much pain, my bones ache as I start to get a
headache. I hear a whistle and see my opponent standing over me. His sweat
starts to drop down from his face to mine. I’m thinking to myself “What went
wrong”? I feel the mud on my hands as I slowly start to come back to the rest of
the world. I hear the crowd roar. What is going on? Who has won the game? Is it
over? I turn my head a little to the left to see the scoreboard. They’ve won by
one, and we’ve lost.

Six one thousand. Crowds heading for the exit. Staring at the field covered with
empty cups and trash left behind by careless children, I notice that everyone is
starting to leave. Parents congratulating their sons, others are being comforted,
siblings laughing. I’m overcome with disappointment. I’ve realized that the reason
we’ve lost was because of me. I lay there thinking “Its all my fault, its all my fault”.
My adversary had pummeled me to the ground, which left an open gap for the
running back. I didn’t even see him coming. He was like a mad cheetah on the
verge of killing. He must have slipped right passed me. Depression, frustration,
regret. Anticipation for the next game.
 THE BUSY CITY

As the morning slowly dawns and the sun begins to beam through the city,
posing statues and immemorial buildings begin to glow. Around the immemorial
buildings, people begin to rush out of buildings like waves of tides. The street
becomes very crowded that even an ant can’t get through. People looked like
grains of sand compared to immemorial buildings. People looked like busy ants
as they walked on the street. It seemed like the posing statues were
commanding them. Smelling the concession stand foods, makes me feel like a
starving child.

As I looked toward the street, the roar of the car is like being right behind the
engine of the airplane. The deafening noise made me cover my ears. The city
was covered with pollution coming out of cars and factories, and no matter how
hard I try, I would breathe in pollution. I could feel the moisture of the cool air on
my cheek.

On the road, the train looked like a centipede while it is carrying passengers to
their destination. The two tracks of the train looked like snakes, crawling through
the city. Stores are filled with people as soon as it was empty. Sidewalks twisting
like vines in the shape of a line. People looked tired like as they stayed up all
night as they walk by me. The blue sky looked like a clear lake. Horses in front of
the wagon looked like working bees, which didn’t have anytime to rest.
As time pass by, the posing statues and immemorial buildings begin to fade. By
the end of the day, the city was replaced by quiet and darkness. Although it
would be another day in a few minutes, it seemed as if the busy city was gone
forever.