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from a close friend. The clown's short yellow hair, made of yarn, covers its ears but is parted above the eyes. The blue eyes are outlined in black with thin, dark lashes flowing from the brows. It has cherry-red cheeks, nose, and lips, and its broad grin disappears into the wide, white ruffle around its neck. The clown wears a fluffy, two-tone nylon costume. The left side of the outfit is light blue, and the right side is red. The two colors merge in a dark line that runs down the center of the small outfit. Surrounding its ankles and disguising its long black shoes are big pink bows. The white spokes on the wheels of the unicycle gather in the center and expand to the black tire so that the wheel somewhat resembles the inner half of a grapefruit. The clown and unicycle together stand about a foot high. As a cherished gift from my good friend Tran, this colorful figure greets me with a smile every time I enter my room. Here is the final version of the descriptive paragraph that appears in the exercise Practice in Supporting a Topic Sentence with Specific Details. Compare this version with the earlier one to see which descriptions have been retained, what information has been omitted, and how sentences have been reworded and rearranged. 2) The Blond Guitar By Jeremy Burden My most valuable possession is an old, slightly warped blond guitar--the first instrument I taught myself how to play. It's nothing fancy, just a Madeira folk guitar, all scuffed and scratched and finger-printed. At the top is a
bramble of copper-wound strings, each one hooked through the eye of a silver tuning key. The strings are stretched down a long, slim neck, its frets tarnished, and the wood worn by years of fingers pressing chords and picking notes. The body of the Madeira is shaped like an enormous yellow pear, one that was slightly damaged in shipping. The blond wood has been chipped and gouged to gray, particularly where the pick guard fell off years ago. No, it's not a beautiful instrument, but it still lets me make music, and for that I will always treasure it. In the next descriptive paragraph, the student writer focuses less on the physical appearance of her pet than on the cat's habits and actions. 3) Gregory By Barbara Carter Gregory is my beautiful gray Persian cat. He walks with pride and grace, performing a dance of disdain as he slowly lifts and lowers each paw with the delicacy of a ballet dancer. His pride, however, does not extend to his appearance, for he spends most of his time indoors watching television and growing fat. He enjoys TV commercials, especially those for Meow Mix and 9 Lives. His familiarity with cat food commercials has led him to reject generic brands of cat food in favor of only the most expensive brands. Gregory is as finicky about visitors as he is about what he eats, befriending some and repelling others. He may snuggle up against your ankle, begging to be petted, or he may imitate a skunk and stain your favorite trousers. Gregory does not do this to establish his territory, as many cat experts think, but to humiliate me because he is jealous of my friends. After my guests have fled, I look at the old fleabag snoozing and smiling
to him in front of the television set, and I have to forgive him for his obnoxious, but endearing, habits. The following paragraph opens the third chapter of Maxine Hong Kingston's The Woman Warrior: Memoirs of a Girlhood among Ghosts (Knopf, 1976), a lyrical account of a Chinese-American girl growing up in California. Notice how Kingston integrates informative and descriptive details in this account of "the metal tube" that holds her mother's diploma from medical school. 4) The Magic Metal Tube By Maxine Hong Kingston Once in a long while, four times so far for me, my mother brings out the metal tube that holds her medical diploma. On the tube are gold circles crossed with seven red lines each--"joy" ideographs in abstract. There are also little flowers that look like gears for a gold machine. According to the scraps of labels with Chinese and American addresses, stamps, and postmarks, the family airmailed the can from Hong Kong in 1950. It got crushed in the middle, and whoever tried to peel the labels off stopped because the red and gold paint come off too, leaving silver scratches that rust. Somebody tried to pry the end off before discovering that the tube falls apart. When I open it, the smell of China flies out, a thousand-year-old bat flying heavy-headed out of the Chinese caverns where bats are as white as dust, a smell that comes from long ago, far back in the brain. 1. “Dark shapes glide through the night sky on silent wings, their sinister shadows outlined against the light of a full moon. Swooping down to the earth, they hover near houses and deserted buildings, breaking the peace of the night with their disturbing
at times shaking the coach as it travelled round the bend of the road. when a backing wind brought a granite sky and a mizzling rain with it.presence. while the dispirited horses plodded sullenly to his command. The weather had changed overnight. The driver. because now and again little drips of rain fell softly through. rocking between the high wheels like a drunken man. and for all the tightly closed windows it penetrated the interior of the coach. cloaking them in mist. Carriers of disease. bent almost double in his seat in a faint endeavour to gain shelter from his own shoulders. “Anybody could see how cold it got. drinkers of blood. the chill stabbed our teeth like icicles. muffled in a greatcoat to his ears. It would be dark by four. The wind came in gusts.” 2. The wind already had glass edges to it.” 3. and our voices jiggled every time we talked. The leather seats felt damp to the hands. and although it was now only a little after two o'clock in the afternoon the pallor of a winter evening seemed to have closed upon the hills. and in the exposed places on the high ground it blew with such force that the whole body of the coach trembled and swayed. too broken by the wind and the rain to feel the whip that now . companions of witches and demons. The air was clammy cold. stiffening muscles and practically cutting through the stitches of our clothes. and there must have been a small crack in the roof. When it blew. smudging the leather and leaving a dark-blue stain like a splodge of ink. It was a cold grey day in late November. bats – the very word brings a shiver of fear to most people.
who had kept up a constant complaint ever since he had joined the coach at Truro. and.4. I have felt a lot of urgency about graduating high school. and he for one would never travel by coach again. where it mingled with the constant driving rain. let the window down with a crash. rose from his seat in a fury. cursing him in a petulant voice for a rogue and a murderer. exclaiming in unison when the coach sank into a heavier rut than usual. The few passengers huddled together for warmth. I remember my first days of high school. But now. fumbling with the window-sash. and sometimes they flung up the soft spattered mud against the windows. He thrust his head out and shouted up to the driver. The wheels of the coach creaked and groaned as they sank into the ruts on the road. that time is finally nearing. that they would all be dead before they reached Bodmin if he persisted in driving at breakneck speed. The last day of my high school career is fast approaching and I can only imagine how I'll be feeling when I step out of Valley High School grounds for the very last time. bringing a shower of rain upon himself and his fellow-passengers. and again cracked above their heads. I didn't think that the time to graduate would come soon enough. and whatever view there might have been of the countryside was hopelessly obscured. while it swung between the numb fingers of the driver. and one old fellow. they had no breath left in their bodies as it was. I was just dying to experience all the new and exciting things . Throughout these four years. I cannot believe that it has come this fast.
I am not sure which category I fall into. . knowing that there are many dangers to encounter in the real world. I do not know what the world out there holds for me. Descriptive Essay . From sports to girls to all the partying.that awaited me. as well as just as many bad times. I started high school as a disrespectful and cocky athlete. To be honest. I just wanted to know what everything was like. things have really changed for me.” Just like others say that high school was the worst time in their lives. but I learned about life and the road ahead of me. I will leave high school as a world-weary senior. Realistically. dying to conquer the world. which I did not know much about. From being an inexperienced freshman to a somewhat mature senior.The Owl A scream passing through an open window at the edge of town rattles the settled sounds of a night tucked in. Call of crickets resigns under 5. All I can do is enter it with a guarded optimism and hope for the best. in high school. only the nearby creek persists. The only thing I can say is that I learned a lot while I was here. Some say that. the filtering whispers of leaves outside in the breeze interrupted. yielding to the call of a helpless exater protected by sound walls. I've had plenty of good times. Now that I've done all those things and many more. I know not just what I was taught through books. "high school was the best time of my life. I am about to embark on a new adventure that will take me too many more new experiences.
Descriptive Writing A few days before Christmas. just like opposite ends of a magnet 6. though slightly muffled. It flocks many tourists. Families and friends gradually emerge from clogged buses and congested trains. from as tall as your ankle to as tall as your knee. especially little childen. offset by the impression of a scream when it was the last thing on the night’s mind. like a distressed parent waiting for their child to arrive home from a party but have still not arrived. laden with parcels and bags. the reliable old owl chose the gnarled. as if they had spent the whole night awake. exhausted and hungry even at this very early stage. Oxford Street is the main high street of the whole of England. tired. the leaves begin to whisper again. weather-beaten. two hours past their curfew. . his many scars. as though it has a force or power. Like his twisted feathers. Oxford Street is swarming with last minute shoppers. but solid branch often—it being a companion to the wise alone with the night and the last branch to creak in the heaviest wind. and hill-riding wind halts for a moment following the cry. Slowly.full moon. Small toddlers were moaning and disappearing into the clothes racks like magicians disappearing in a puff of smoke entertaining the gullible audiences. Christmas is the highlight for many people.
In the last few weeks. When the children have arrived and the playground has begun to fill with fragile. the sound. When the teachers arrive like soldiers.7. Oxford Street is as long as I can possibly imagine. soon turns into calm. as if they have power over the children. it is 10 times longer than any local high street and is as wide as six elephants…. then immediately the teachers’ faces light up. un-even carpet rubs…… I'm embarrassed to say my first thought was that of relief when my mother called to say that he was dead. which is loud and frustrating. the tables and chairs begin to glow. so I had called the nursing home that Sunday morning and asked the supervisor if I should drive the 130 miles to see him. When the register is taken the children soon become fidgety and agitated as a bee because of the rough. Finally. each and every child on the playground grabs their bag and tries to “bagsy” a place at the front. . silence. She said he wasn't 8. It had been five long years and I was completely exhausted trying to deal with him. it was over. When the brass bell sounds. pleasant little children ready for new day of fun learning. whilst the sound of the crying babies echoes through the grounds of Birds Bush Primary School as if it were a stuck record. As the morning slowly dawns and the sun begins to beam through the light boxes on the top of the spacious classrooms. attract one another. his health had worsened. Around the edge of the child’s playground the golden and red leaves begin to whistle in the wind like the sound of a child’s toy.
he stepped out of the garage and whispered in a secretive voice that he needed to talk to me. In the meantime. They assured him they were just weeds. and it was apparent to me that there wasn't enough room for them to mow behind it. He was concerned that his backyard neighbors were growing marijuana behind their garage and he insisted that I come with him to take a look. but thanked him for being such a good citizen. and the next he was sitting in the recreation room having another cigarette. it was just weeds! We thought we'd heard the end of it until my mom called the next day to tell me that he'd gone out during the middle of the night with a flashlight to take clippings off of the offending plants and had taken them to the police department for identification. and I walked over a couple of times a week to visit.doing very well. and we both assured Dad that having grown up in the 1970s made us somewhat experts on marijuana and this wasn't it. one minute he was at death's door. It was a short time later that I remarried and moved 130 miles away. my mom called to say it was over. It's a good thing I didn't make the trip. my brother showed up. I remember when I first noticed that there was something wrong with Dad. Their fence was less than a foot away from the back of their garage. because less than an hour later. I lived only about a mile away from my parents. He went downhill really . but that he seemed to have nine lives. That particular day as I walked up the driveway toward the back door.
First. and headed for the casino. Then one day he disappeared at 5:00 a. and was returning from a fishing trip. Then.quickly after that. He had been in Illinois for most of the day. Dad's driving privileges were history. he started having minor accidents with the car. when a doctor and a social worker spoke to her. He was in the hospital for a heart problem. he lived in Green Bay. She couldn't take him back home again. completely disoriented. He'd back out of the driveway really fast and slam into the car parked across the street. he'd yell at them for having the nerve to park across from his driveway. he was off to a locked Alzheimer's home. It seems they found him standing outside of his car. That was the last straw for my brother. He was convinced he was close to home because he noticed that he was on Walnut Street. one day his health really started deteriorating. Now. finally catching up with him at the bus transfer station. No one had any idea where he was until my sister who lives in a Chicago suburb received a call from the police in Lake Villa Park. Wisconsin. got on a city bus. finally convincing her that it was time for a nursing home. When the neighbors would come out to inspect their damaged car. and even stopping for gas and driving off.m. It was there that his health problems finally . blowing through all the tollways without paying. my mother steadfastly refused to put Dad in a nursing home. The nursing supervisor was in hot pursuit. He explained to the police that he was forty years old. Illinois. The only problem is. He was at the nursing home about an hour when he got dressed and walked right out the front door. Through all of this. at midnight.
He was the man who raised money for United Way every year. . made a good living. I could finally reflect on the person he'd been before and put the past five years behind me. He had been retired from Procter & Gamble Paper Products for about twelve years at the time of his death. and was a wonderful father and husband. He was the man that shoveled snow for all the elderly neighbors and made sure his kids knew better than to accept money for helping someone in need. He was so supportive. the people just kept coming. He was the man who felt that earning a living would help the disabled feel useful again. Navy at Pearl Harbor during World War II.got the best of him.S. No more phone calls that started with "Guess what he did now?" After all I'd been through I had forgotten about the real man that was my father." "I'll never forget how understanding your dad was when my wife and I had problems. But people who worked for my dad twenty years before he retired came to his wake. so he arranged for them to be paid for repackaging products from Procter & Gamble. "He was the best boss I ever had. All those years of smoking and diabetes and heart problems finally took their toll." For hours. I was relieved to know that the stress was finally over." "Your dad was so much fun. he made work a really nice place to go every day. He worked hard. He was the man who served as a medic in the U. He was the man who had grown up with an alcoholic father and had to get a paper route at a young age to help buy food for his family. waiting in line to speak to my family.
but every line of his body had altered. At the second shot he did not collapse but climbed with desperate slowness to his feet and stood weakly upright. 9. But in falling he seemed for a moment to rise. immensely old. in too short a time. after what seemed a long time–it might have been five seconds. for the first and only time. faithful . burnt scent of roasted coffee tickled the tip of my nose just seconds before the old. He trumpeted. his trunk reaching skyward like a tree. He neither stirred nor fell. An enormous senility seemed to have settled upon him. I fired again into the same spot. His mouth slobbered. his belly towards me. for as his hind legs collapsed beneath him he seemed to tower upward like a huge rock toppling. You could see the agony of it jolt his whole body and knock the last remnant of strength from his legs. At last. I fired a third time. And then down he came. In that instant. one would have thought. as though the frightful impact of the bullet had paralysed him without knocking him down. 10. When I pulled the trigger I did not hear the bang or feel the kick–one never does when a shot goes home–but I heard the devilish roar of glee that went up from the crowd. a mysterious. with legs sagging and head drooping. I dare say–he sagged flabbily to his knees. with a crash that seemed to shake the ground even where I lay. terrible change had come over the elephant. One could have imagined him thousands of years old. The thick. That was the shot that did for him. shrunken. He looked suddenly stricken.And it finally occurred me just how lucky I'd been. even for the bullet to get there.
The trek to the pond was always exciting. searching for the snooze button. especially my Uncle George. terri-cloth robe. When I was little. But my aunts and uncles in Manchester. I crawled out of the comforter. they'd tentatively practice the prologues to their songs. swinging my legs over the side of the bed. wood floor sent ripples spiraling from my ankles to the nape of my neck when my feet hit the floor. Grabbing the apricot.alarm blared a distorted top-forty through its tiny top speaker. . the starch white sunlight blinded me momentarily as I slung my arm like an elephant trunk along the top of the alarm. Although I was a country girl. The dusty pebbles on the chilled. Uncle George loved to laugh and he loved to fish and he loved me. nor did my parents enjoy some of the outdoor events that my extended family did. Tennessee. The earth smelled fresh and new. I loved visiting my relatives. Wiping away the grit of last night's sleep. I knotted it tightly at my waist like a prestigious coat of armor and headed downstairs to battle the morning. promising warmth. and as the birds awoke. and I could smell the sharpness of the rotten fruit that had dropped to the ground. Uncle George and I would head out before it got light. recently bathed in fabric softener and October wind. edging awkwardly like a butterfly from a cocoon. were always doing something fun. While stretching hands and feet to the four posts of my bed. I didn't have any brothers or sisters that were close to my age. my eyes opened after several watery blinks. We'd walk past the apple trees. Occasionally.
Descriptive Essay On a hot summer day. The lake is always really loud throughout the day. While you're at the lake you can always get involved in some fun activities. the sun. You'll never want to touch your hair from putting your fingers on the sticky marshmallow. You'll definitely be able to hear the laughter and the excitement of the kids as they splash around in the lake. if you aren't able to relax. the only good place to go is to the lake. the activities that are happening. if you like touching the slimy scales of the fish and the soft touch of the cold water. You can hear the loud motors of the boat and the waves of the water as the boat come crashing through. I don't think that will work out too well. You would go out to the lake to enjoy the water. Descriptive Essay about the Beach 1. or just to be with family and friends. there are some very distinct smells. . to me it's just crazy glue." If you're looking for a quiet relaxation at the lake. We'd walk past the water troughs where the tadpoles were busy wiggling their way to froghood and pick up. But you can always enjoy the sweet coconut smell of sun tanning lotion that people put on themselves while they lay into the sun to basically "cook. You can go fishing. The hickey smell of campfire smoke always lets you know that there are marshmallows and hotdogs being roasted.I'd slip on a peel. Just make sure you don't get the rough... so I learned to be careful not to run too quickly. When you're at the lake. coarse sand in your shorts because you won't like that too much.
It surprised me that I did not see a wedding ring though. I was about to give up and just go another route for finding a person to describe. She looked to be around 50 years old. but she looked very nice for her age.Overall the lake is lots of fun to go to if you just wants to get away from the busy. She had a short sheek haircut and some of the prettiest gray hair I’ve ever seen. It made me wonder if she was recently divorced and was going . She had on very little makeup and yet her skin was still flawless. If you are there early enough. for instance if you were camping out in the rocky wilderness you will be able to see a beautiful. when a black middle aged woman caught my attention. bright sunrise and if you enjoy staying out on the beach until the evening. After the sun has gone down for the night. 2. I can’t exactly say what drew me to her but I presume that some people just possess the quality to draw people in with no effort put forth by them. smelly city that you live in. you can lay in the sand and stare up at the amazing. Her nails were well taken care of and neatly polished in a dark red shade. When I read the assignment I immediately thought to myself how easy it was going to be but it was not something I was looking forward to doing. I have seen her couple of times before around campus. So there I was sitting in the HUB cafeteria browsing around the cafeteria for an interesting person to describe. So many people were catching my eye but I was having a hard time finding someone who really captured my attention. I'm sure you can catch a calming and loving sunset. twinkling stars. Her designer frames gave her face a classy touch.
to escape from the tree. like so many women. While I was watching TV in my chair man was yelling the big news. I decided to hurry up and finish this description before this lady thought I was a psycho or something. the bad tree started destroying the house beside mine. but the tree started picking up and coming where I was. Or maybe she remained a single mom and know that her kids were grown she finally had the time to do something for herself. meanwhile I saw the people of my neighbourhood coming with axes to kill the ugly tree. I begin to wonder if she noticed me looking at her because we had caught eye contact a couple of times.3. It was terrorific. there was an entirely massive and superb garden. She had a slim figure and her outfit accentuated her body nice. I rushed. The tree was dashing to me until me shooted it I thought all had finished. After this.. In a gigantic planet. back to school because that was something she put on the back burner once she got married and had children. She was wearing simple black squirt suit. Or maybe I had it all wrong I chuckled to myself. when the hard air hit my face I screamed because that disgusting tree was coming to kill me.. he yelled: “A nasty tree is killing people!” I got up of my chair very scared and passed through the living and went running to the kitchen to look for a gun with tranquilizers darts for trees.. I went to the hot roof of my house and prepared to shooted the tree. and start making fantastic jumps between the roofs of the houses. but I could tell it was an expensive one by the quality of it. When they . She had on simple black heels to match it and a midsized coach purse. after all she could be a lesbian.
It is a place that can make any child smile when he or she hears that they can play in the play land. 4. because first of all the back rooms either smell like garbage or moldy cheese that has been aging in a trashcan for a year and a half. until it died. The last reason that I will mention that no one would want to work at there is that the uniforms literally smell like the play land because they reuse the uniforms and when they . the tree ate them before they could touch a leaf of that nasty tree. the tree started falling to the floor. everybody was happy because all had finished. We were all very happy and we all celebrated with a party in my house. recharge it with 5 darts and started shooting the enormous plant. I saw people dying. and some loath like the Federal Emergency Management Agency's handling of the hurricane Katrina disaster. If you go to this place to much you may become as fat as the fat Albert and a sumo wrestler combined. and they gave presents to me because of my action.went to kill it. McDonalds : It is a place that some love like a humongous pizza on a Saturday night after a movie. McDonalds is a place that no one would like to work at. and I got very furious. Second of all no would like to work here because the number of flies in the restaurant at any time of the day is equal to that of the number of grains of sand on a beach. I hardy could hold my gun because I was hurted.. It is also a place that can make an employee swear when he learns that he has to cook the meat for the 12 double cheese burgers (which is like 24 pieces of meat) for the family of that kid in the play land.
at about 6 o’clock. One evening. perhaps for an hour.are not being used by an employee they are stored on they floor behind the mesh fence under the play land and no matter what you do you cannot get that smell out. . Then I heard a distant rumble of thunder. but they can cause havoc during that short time. meat. It was so faint that I thought I might have imagined it. There were some white clouds blocking the blue sky. Being a customer at McDonalds is a lot better than being an employee. Gradually the rumbling became more distinct. because first of all you don't half to stay there for many hours at a time. ketchup. There was no hint of rain. Like many fast food joints McDonalds has a monumentally large selection of foods to choose from most of which are sandwiches. Of course there is the standard hamburger and cheeseburger which are made with a regular bun. and second of all most of the time you do not realize how many hours the food may have been sitting in the warmers before you got there. White clouds still dominate the sky. I looked towards the sky and still could not see any hint of rain. which was very normal. Description of a Thunderstorm 1. It was just a pleasant warm evening... They do not last very long. McDonalds isn't all bad though especially if you like junk food which everyone at some point in time in their lives has a craving for. In the tropics we often have thunderstorms. I was sitting in front of my house just relaxing and doing nothing in particular.
The corrugated iron roof of my house rattled shakily as the pouring rain crashed down upon it. In another few minutes. I looked. I could feel cool wind blowing from the blackened sky.. I ran into the house. The sound was quite unsettling.. I saw my father utter a silent prayer. the whole sky was engulfed by black swirling clouds. Flashes of lightning lit up the darkened sky followed by cracks of thunder as though in reply. I looked in the direction of the roar and saw a white curtain of approaching rain. The fury of the storm was incredible. The storm was in full swing. In a few minutes. The speed at which the black clouds appeared astonished me. Suddenly I heard a very loud roar above the rumbling of thunder and the howling of wind. I could see the trees bent precariously to one side as though they were going to fall over or get blown away like feathers. The following cracks of thunder were immediate and deafening. Some flashes of lightning came dangerously close to our house.The rumbling grew louder and louder. Very quickly the eastern sky turned black. My kid sister had her palms against her ears while safely enclosed in my mother’s arms. It sounded like a gigantic train approaching though it certainly was not one. The wind increased in intensity. The roar became louder and louder. Descriptive Essay of Tower Room . Next second it was upon us.
talking on their cellular phones. On a clear night. Students walking to and from class. is a marvel site. It looks as if they were being viewed from space. It is accentuated with two large sets of windows. The quaint furniture in the tower room includes small crimson couches that can put a person to sleep by just spending a few moments on them. Each window is so large it almost takes up the entire wall. shaped like a tower that one would assume came off of a castle. and a top that is shaped like a king's crown. all the stars in the Milky Way can be seen from these windows. creating a feeling as if one was in medieval times. each with six smaller windows.1. The peace and quiet of the room is so . and end tables that have a vintage. This is created by a three piece hanging light. The room itself. It is similar to when the sun sets and light shines through an evening cloud. and getting in and out of their vehicles are a common site. The view out of these windows is a wonderful one. instead of down here on Earth. round wooden tables that can be used for homework. reaching all the way to the tower ceiling. The windows are on adjacent walls. The lights are never too bright. but they are also never too dim. homemade look to them. New and upcoming buildings can be viewed. It is a scene that everyone should be able to enjoy. There might not be a more soothing room to relax and think in than the fourth floor tower room in Blount hall. as well as older buildings that have been standing since before I was born. dangling on a twenty foot pole. in a Camelot tower. The walls are painted with a calm shade of yellow and the floors covered in soft brown and tan carpet.
but in the corner. The tops of the desk are white. You then look up to see a waterbed. is a tournament bracket for last year's College Basketball Championship. A person could forget about all of their problems and worries and just enjoy some time alone in the tower room Description of a Bedroom 1. where the third wall meets it. The shelves meet a window. which is covered by some white blinds. an encased basketball sits. Your thoughts will float around the room like clouds over a deserted valley. At the end of the waterbed. Next to the garbage can is a white plastic clothes basket. School books cover the bottom shelf. The next wall is bare. you strike a gray plastic garbage can with your foot. Next to the ball. It's an Olympic ball dipped in gold. while the next two have miscellaneous items on them. Description of a Bedroom Opening the door and walking in. everything . On the top shelf. and next to it is a black light. Under the bracket is the light switch. which sits near the corner. The carpet is grayish. hanging on the gray. there are six shelves. across the room. with some sort of swirl design in it. black. there is some electronic equipment on more shelving. Those shelves have many different types of elephants.relaxing that a pen drop can be heard. on the final wall. One of the shelves has a second black light on it. This is jammed tight between the garbage can and the desk. covered in blankets. but the supports are black. There is a variety of equipment. and white marble-like painted walls.
I found I could place him with a few wellplaced ideas and personal observations. Without using any personal knowledge. it would have to be on the shin.from games to a television. My example is of a man I saw going into the mall. After a fresh shave. Following this wall is a second light switch for the closet. This led me to believe that the injury was also low on the leg. possibly on the ankle. I discovered that you can tell more about a person than you realize. I saw the cigar hanging out the side of his mouth. First. I saw the wincing way his face looked as he walked. When he opened the door to enter the mall. Everything on the shelves is in good condition. in which you enter. he had a disreputable look because of it. I saw the limp. After the closet comes the door. In either case. I gathered he was trying to quit or he was chewing on it. The closet has no doors on it. he would still look like he needed one. Since it was unlit. This led me to deduce the injury was recent. If the injury was not on the ankle. As I was sitting outside the local mini mall. but is full of clothes. His five o’clock shadow would never be gone. The bandage was too low to be anywhere else. . I saw a part of a bandage sticking out of his pant leg. The blue-black hue of his beard would always give 2. and you exit. Though he shuffled his feet. After seeing the limp.
I judged the tattoos to be between 12-20 years old. Due to the faded coloring of the ink. I saw a sly look of mischievousness. He had tattoos on both of his arms. where they were in line waiting to buy coffee from Starbucksne of them. From my own tattoos. It was a busy Saturday afternoon at the Galleria at Tyler. I recognized the Asian influence on his body art.. They were a matched set of dragons that curled around his arms ending at his wrists where the tails rested. but the key point of his look was the “I am going to steal your underwear. while you are wearing them” grin. that spoke volumes about his character. However. I noticed two girls at the food court. was approximately fourteen years old. It also appeared that you could strike a match on it. the vast majority of people walking among the mall were groups of young teenage girls. whom I shall call Subject One..that appearance. She was wearing . where both males and females roam to show themselves off to people of the opposite sex. While taking a second look at his five o’clock shadow. I realized that his facial hair partially covered a small scar. The tongues of the dragons ended on either side of his neck. The mall has become the major hangout for teenagers. A look like that either gives a person and air of self confidence or a cheap con. While watching him enter the mall. many different people walking in and out of the large department stores and inside the interior of the mall. Descriptive Essay Two Girls At 1.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. The second female. and Beyond. Her chest thrust itself out of her tank top. A pair of blue-framed sunglasses with highly reflective lenses rested delicately on the top of her head.. so clean they seemed new. whom I shall call Subject Two. wanting to burst out of the thin fabric of her small tank top. tanned by days bathing in the sun.” The lower edge of her denim shorts stopped barely below her buttocks. A pair of shapely. was dressed much more conservatively. This girl was extremely attractive. Her skin was soft and delicate. golden brown hair was tied in a tight ponytail that cascaded down the middle of her back.. Subject Two wore a pale-blue t-shirt and a pair of tight denim jeans. She appeared to be approximately fifteen years old. Her blue eyes shined brightly as she looked around the mall. obviously pampered by lotions and cremes. Her short brown hair reached barely. seeming to stretch forever before meeting the ground. I can return to this place at any moment. The vivid memory of the Nebraska plains never leaves me. My lungs are filled with the clean and pure air. looking for anyone she might recognize. Bath.a white cotton tank top and a pair of denim shorts. and she her attire suggested she was ready to show her attractiveness to the teenage males also roaming the mall. which also seemed to want to burst out of the constricting garment confining it. extended from her denim shorts. Her long. Her feet were encased in socks and a pair of white sneakers. a welcome change from the thick hazy air of the . most likely bought at “Bed. Descriptive Essay 1.
When I look down again I see the image of grown woman. I am not certain where they begin or where they end. I gather some smooth cool rocks from the bottom of the stream as keepsakes. the thick blades of green prairie grass tickle my legs. I am in awe of the simple beauty around me. Only an occasional windmill disrupts the scenery. I pull each soft petal off and toss it into the wind. Crickets begin to sing their evening song. Except for the occasional chirping of a meadowlark. I see a reflection of a small child. Far into the distance I can see another farmhouse. When I look into the grayish blue water. a small stream beckons me. Puffs of white cotton from a cottonwood tree float slowly past me.outside world. As I get closer I can hear the bubbling sound as it flows over the rocks beneath surface. As I walk. warm upon my face is filled with the sweet smell of the tall billowing grass. gold and orange. The sky is splashed with yellow. I reach down and touch the cold smooth surface and the ripples distort it. Soft green hills surround me. I pick a sunflower and take pleasure in its sweet fragrance. I climb a large hill and when I look down. Huge brown grasshoppers jump left and right to escape my path. Clusters of bright yellow sunflowers are growing amidst the green prairie grass. Minutes turn into hours and the sun begins to sink below the horizon. The . it is so quiet I feel as though the world exists only here and I am the only person allowed to witness this beautiful portrait of nature. I am alone with only my thoughts and emotions to keep me company. The summer breeze.
the gray hared women behind the white frosted glass slide window.complications of everyday life seem so far away. Then I turn and look to see a photo album sitting on a coffee table. Descriptive Essay . The elevator door promptly opens and I get in. Harriet. I sigh and tell her I will be there. The voice says she is calling to remind me of my 4:00 PM dental appointment. A sense of calm envelops me. Adelson's office. The sleek fish dart about playing hide and seek with the plastic mermaid at the bottom of the tank while tiny silver bubbles slip to the top of the tank's surface and break silently while I wait my turn.The Dentist's Office The phone rings and I answer. sees me and lets me know the doctor will be ready in a minute. I enter the building and walk over to the elevator. "This is she". I push the up button and patiently wait.. I look at the fish in the large blue tank in the corner of the room. up I go. As soon as I open the outer door. the blast of cool air from the air conditioner hits me in the face making me shiver all over. I quickly close the book and shudder at the thought as I roll my tongue over my teeth and thank . Once on the second floor I exit the elevator and immediately I can smell the mixture of wintergreen flavored tooth paste and bleach out in the hall even before I go into Dr. I pick it up only to see pictures of decaying teeth and gums. I walk in and add my name to the list on the sign in sheet. 2. While I wait for the dental assistant in her crisp white uniform to call out my name. This is the most beautiful portrait God. I push the button with a two on it and the doors close.. "Thank you for calling Business Systems this is Mandy how I can help you?" The voice on the other end asks for Amanda and I reply.
Doug was not typical of my clients. I carefully separated the hair that grew from his temples. I ventured. Interrupting my cutting. Interrupting my reverie. He favored a vanity I could not understand and fed it as cheaply as possible. install. "Doug. His obsessive search for his lost youth was equaled only by the stinginess of his wallet. I feel like a deer about to meet his death then I realize. for a better look. but I was about to experience something that would help my own dilemma of age and vanity regarding my life and my profession. I had taken care of his hair needs for ten years since he was in his early forties. I design. Squinting. My patience with him ran thin. "Its . Descriptive Essay: Between Old Friends Between Old Friends I felt the waxy goo before I saw it. it's my turn. I contemplated my long professional relationship with the man seated before me. what's all over your hair?" As I awaited his reply. and not once had he tipped me or acknowledged his age. and maintain them for fees far below those of large companies whose lavish infomercials are viewable following David Letterman's show. The nurse calls my name and I enter the inner office and sit in the brown leather chair looking at all the shiny stainless steel equipment. As I sit down the bright overhead light momentarily blinds me.God they are all there. but now suspiciously black and tarry. ordinarily bristling white. I heard him mutter. I cut hair and work with hairpieces for a living.
I have known you more than ten years. He always looked as though the mangy matted mess upon his crown were some form of exotic roadkill. All parts should be equal. for the gray.Rich descriptive words that put a picture of a person. top to bottom. Transitional Expressions- .. Such as clock wise. Doug was the only client to whom I continually gave hairpieces near cost. or an object in a readers mind. there should be very detailed observations.. I practically gave him new pieces to wear so the look of my work would improve. /login. place. his lousy self-image.." I stated the obvious and began my never ending discourse regarding his problems with growing older. "It's mascara. The reader should be able to envision the picture that you had in your mind as the writer. I rued the day his peers at the San Diego Courthouse might ask the name of his stylist. You should start at one point and move in one direction as not to confuse the audience. left to right." he repeated.." I continued cutting. Cornish. write what you see in your mind. p. 2 just shaking my head. "You know. as well as the horrible state of his.php?save_ Descriptive. "Doug. When a person is writing a descriptive piece.mascara." He kept glancing sideways at his wife who currently smelled of methane gas and sported a plastic bag on her head brimming with perm rods. The more detail the better the story.
His black main is thrown into the wind like a flag rippling in the winds of a tornado. far. His backbone and underbelly are held almost straight up and his hind quarters are tensed. His back hooves are pressed into the earth. center. up. An example: I think the way a person dresses can really explain who they are and what they are about. above. this rare andalucian stallion is fearless. toward. His muscular front legs are brought up to his chest displaying his flashing gray hooves that could crush a man's scull with one blow. right. below. His face displays a strong confidence with his nostrils flared. between. his veins bulging from his cheek bones. .All of these are used when writing a descriptive paragraph. left. • Here are some examples of a descriptive paragraph: Standing on his hind legs. His neck muscles are tensed and thickened with adrenalin. down. 2005~ . close. therefore. his hooves cause deep gouges from the weight of his body on the soil. His ears are turned back while his noble looking head is held high. ~© Jamell Wilson. His bravery and strength are what made his breed prized as a warhorse. and his fiery black eyes burning holes into the souls of those who stare into them. away. His all black coat glistens in the late afternoon sun.Next to. near. His black tail is held straight down and every once in a while a burst of wind catches it and then it floats down back into place like an elegant piece of silk falling from the sky. His back legs are spread apart for balance.
which appears to be pulled back around this slender face. Margaret Eva Hoyt. 2005~ The Longest Race As Chad Reed pulled into the pits. and has some very descriptive words that happen throughout the paragraph. sticky mud that you couldn’t even read the number plates. It is very well developed. wet. nonetheless. Beneath the old stadium are rows of worn-out bleachers which are completely empty.This is a really good descriptive paragraph. Embedded in the center is large. the sport player is wearing a blue Bison jersey sporting the number 60. painted. His boots. stays on the topic. In the center of the picture. . blue. she is my sister. This unique woman is not only elegant and brave. This is something that keeps the reader wanting to read more and more. In the far distance below the cloudless sky stands an off-white stadium. Up in front stands the competitor down on one knee. As you observe more. you see her pale white face and dark brown eyes. His dirt bike was plastered with so much brown. you could tell just by looking at him that this had been a grueling race. cracked. Snap Shot Back in 1999 this fearless athlete posed in this football picture. ~© Kayla Marie Anfinsen. all the confidence she carries on her padded up shoulders. Her stern look shows how proud she is. Around these features you cannot help but notice the bronzed hair. To the left above the freshly trimmed green grass that engulfs this player’s figure lays a football. letters that spell out BISON.
his eyes. In the still of the night many galaxies glittered from the depths of the sky as I felt hypnotically drawn into the mesmerizing show above me. seemed relaxed and happy. save for the thin line of white and blue where his goggle strap had been. still on his head. The air was crisp and cool. His helmet. I did not even feel a hint of a breeze on my skin as I lie on my back in the darkness. . His chest protector seemed to have kept most of the mud off of his blue and white jersey. As predicted. peering through the helmet. this made the perfect stage for the breathtaking view of twinkling stars. ~© 2005 Kristian Anderson~ The Meteor Show The much advertised meteor show this summer was a memory to behold. He had just won a very long and very tiring race. followed by orange and white mist. Shots of light. bright white plastic and black buckles. Broad irregular bands of light from the Milky Way stretched across the sky while the big and little dipper shined brightly. Although his body looked beaten. His goggles hung looped over the handlebars of his bike. was a greasy smeary brown.resting comfortably on the foot pegs. dripping the ooze it had saved from Chad’s eyes. The warm temperature of the water against the cooler air created a drifting airy fog that whispered over the lake. Darkness enveloped the sky as only a slight curve of the moon shone in the night. the meteor show began with various sized meteors cascading to the earth's atmosphere about every fifteen to thirty seconds. were a mess of muddy brown dirt. although his sleeves had turned the same swampy brown color as his bike. His riding pants were soaked and covered with mud on the front. consequently. while the back remained a brilliant white and blue.
smooth. The scoop on the left was a dark. pooling on the bottom of the pure white bowl. These scoops of ice cream were draped with a sumptuous. almost like white chocolate. so I will cherish this moment and it will remain as one of my fondest memories. What finally completed this wonderful creation was a perfect maraschino cherry. rich. The whipped cream was topped with a shower of chocolate sprinkles and finely chopped walnuts. . each one a different flavor? The scoop on the right was a rich vanilla.describe the presence of the meteors. In the bowl was hidden something that was not so pure. An event like this may only happen once in a lifetime. simplistic in design. flecked with dark specks of vanilla bean. the irresistible indulgence was worth every calorie that I knew it contained. On top of the brownie were two firmly packed scoops of ice cream. hot fudge sauce. bittersweet chocolate. laying side by side. Topping the luscious sauce was an ample dollop of whipped cream that was in perfect contrast to the dense. hiding a decadent surprise inside. I knew from past experience that the nuts had a creamy and smooth texture. ~© 2005 Leslie Malsam~ The Hot Fudge Sundae In front of me on the table sat a beautiful pure white bowl. almost too rich dessert below. The panoramic view made it possible to witness several meteors at a time while marveling at each one. its red juice sending tiny streams down the whole mountain of dessert delight. tender brownie loaded with macadamia nuts. however. The scoops were just starting to melt tiny rivers of melted cream down the sides of the hot brownie. As I looked inside I saw on the bottom of the bowl a hot.
textures and flavors in this dessert appealed to every part of my senses. because he might inadvertently hurt the other kids. Recently. This paragraph is also focused on just one topic. ~© 2005 Kelly Cofske~ This is a great descriptive paragraph because of the not so ordinary words used to describe each and every little thing that is in this hot fudge sundae. He stands at shoulder height next to me. he weighs forty pounds more than other children in his grade level. The way that it's all put together and compared to a mountain really helps put the image into your own mind. he is a head taller than other children his age. I could not wait to eat it. where he was told: “It is good things the children aren’t playing tackle football. The first thing I notice when I look at him is his size. and is definitely stronger. My Son Joshua My eight year old son. After reading this I was craving hot fudge Sunday. Joshua. indeed. His weight is a hefty 113 pounds. So good job Kelly! ~© 2005 Ashleigh Tranmer~ Here is my Descriptive paragraph: I started My description with the most obvious. His least obvious traits (personality) are at the end. stands out in a crowd of children because of his distinctive appearance and gentle manner.The contrast of colors. my husband signed him up for flag football.” Also . without a doubt. while at the same time working my way down from head to toe.
which appear large alongside his remaining baby teeth. and his belly is plump. and that makes him stand out from other children.remarkable is his red hair. although he is only eight years old. therefore. and help me grocery shop. white. ~© 2005 Kelly Byron~ Honeymoon My wife and I honeymooned in Playa Del Carmen. His legs are sturdy and strong. and are unexpectedly soft. and his newly-grown permanent teeth. we visited the ruins of Tulum. while loving and gentle. consequently. coarse to touch. Mexico. and his eyebrows blond. His eyes are pale blue. When we hold hands. Despite his appearance. and saying “Where’d ya get that hair?” Joshua’s chubby face is fair. while there. His ankles are also solid. with freckles lightly dotting his exceptionally boyish features. His lips are full and somewhat feminine. his chest juts out. too wide for slip-on tennis shoes. his hands feel nearly as large as mine. From head to toe he is a contradiction. he still likes to sit on my lap. and his knees are covered with fresh scrapes and purple bruises. in fact. His forearms are bulky. and styled in an old-fashioned boy cut. His shoulders are broad. and will someday be powerful. At the entrance of the ruins. yet his wrists retain the same creases he has had since he was a ten pound newborn. He likes to open doors for me. have a wide gap. it is thick. Hardly a person can pass Joshua without rubbing his head for good luck. His feet are size 6 and wide. in fact. he can’t wear boots. received while skateboarding and biking. tend his little brother. an awkward feat for me. in contrast with his red hair. Joshua is unexpectedly sensitive and caring. large palm frond trees stand lush . at least in my eyes. he is big and strong.
The beach below is blinding white. almost like a new ocean breeze air freshener. in fact. it sparkles like the water running off the swimmers back and feels like walking on coals from a burning grill. As you walk the acres upon acres of grass. ~© 2005 Chad Lewis~ December Beach Days in Hawaii A beach in Hawaii on a December day is like a day at a lake in mid August. the sounds of chirping and squawking birds permeate the air. crushed to a fine powder by swift ocean currents. The palm trees sway in the air from the forceful . The beach smells fresh. Not far from the shore. brown and green hued iguana. is a fresh water hole in a cave like crevice. Just past this great wall of protection is a field of green grass overlooking the ruins? To the left is a small court yard bordered by a stone wall leading to the aqua blue. soft coral sand. at the top of the wall sat a large. While walking through the passage built in the wall. a few of these temples were built atop the cliffs of the Yucatan Peninsula. Vibrant colored plants and iguanas of all sizes give you an idea of life as it was two thousand years ago. In the middle of this miniature rain forest is a dirt path leading towards a hand built stone wall ten feet tall. you can see the coral sitting still in the wild and shallow water. Enormous square and rectangular stones capture the eye for the beauty they hold both outside and the history made inside. warm ocean a few hundred yards away. In a corner section of this cramped courtyard. The sand is hot and looks like gold blended in with little white specks. Turtles drift in to see all the people. Steep staircases rise from the ground to ascend to the top of these world treasures. on the right.and tall with wild life resting on its branches.
~© Jace Oeleis 2005~ . ~© 2005 Ashleigh Tranmer~ The Old Car The old car slowly chugged down the street like the caboose of a steam engine train. Wheels and tires wobble like a drunken bum on his way home from the bar. The car goes up the hill it goes Ka boom. Black smoke flows out the rotten tail pipes like the smoke out of an old cob pipe. People are laughing and playing in the burning sand. The interior was a dusty brown with holes covering almost every square inch of the seat covers. so it can look across the ocean each and every day. waves come in like a bulldozer from all the wind. At night everything is still. In a distance. while the beach is cleared from all the people. and others are relaxing on the beach bronzing their skin while enjoying the bright rays of light coming from the sun. Hub caps are gone along with all the mirrors and extras on the car. Waves are still coming in but not as hard.wind. All you can hear is the waves of the ocean and the light breeze coming from the giant palm trees. The ceiling was hanging down and the rust had eaten through the roof like a Billy goat through a tin can. The beach is a spectacular place. Leaving it is excruciating and difficult to do. From a far distance the ocean is a deep navy blue. kachunk. The local junk yard had seen better cars than this. This old car is my old car and it is as faithful as a good old dog by always starting and getting me from where I need to go. a house is beautifully placed right by the water. The car is old and weathered with rust covering the entire body like cancer consuming its victim.
My sister and I have both been there for each other through “the thick and the thin. and I. Her finger-like branches delicately reach down toward the lake. In front of me. moisture laden clouds span out over the mountain tops. In this special family picture was look identical. My sister and I are ten months and three weeks apart. trying to touch her own reflection. dark blue and brown eyes and smile resemble two calm little girls. In front of me covered by a few trees. In our long. Our dark brown. my sister and I had pictures taken together. a . Our big. dark red and blue dresses we sit straight up in front of a warn red fireplace surrounded by green plants. enjoying the moment with peaceful smiles on our faces. A tall and slender Lodge Pole Pine minutely conceals them.” My photograph puff my sister and reveals how close we are in age and through this paragraph it also reveals how close we are when it comes to love and friendship. On my left across the lake low-lying hills crawl upward across the horizon. ~(c) Amy Neill 2005~ Glenveagh Sunset When the upper limb of the sun disappears below the horizon the brilliance of Mother Nature becomes apparent. wavy hair even matched. On my right the hills gradually turn to mountains. We both had baby pink bows off to the side of our heads that resemble a blooming flower. Growing up our family consisted of our father. resembling a magenta colored quilt. High above me.Best Friends Forever As a child at the age of two. my sister. It looks as if it were a boat. is a lone secluded island. attempting to escape to tranquil waters.
broadening division in the clouds crests with a final effort to avoid succumbing to the shroud of night. It is a mirrored understatement of nature's true beauty. The ever present island balances upon the waters. reflecting a perfect vision of its unblemished counterpart. .