Descriptive Essay As I walked through the cold‚ lonely streets of Aberdeen‚ I decided to take a shortcut home. Making a sharp right‚ I was headed down an alleyway‚ which was dark and sinister. Mist was slowly rising upward from the ground‚ which appeared yellowish from the reflection of one sole‚ dim‚ flickering light‚ almost at the point of burning out. The only sounds of the night came from my own feet dragging over many pebbles and stone on the cement. The breeze was very bitter and piercing
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Expeditions to Dunn’s River Waterfalls Dunn’s River Waterfalls is one of the best known attractions in Jamaica. Each year‚ thousands of locals and tourists travel to the falls to experience its many pleasures. I enjoyed the waterfall‚ sun‚ food‚ the water activities that took place‚ spending time with family and friends‚ and the local vendors. The water at Dunn’s River Falls was crystal clear‚ fresh‚ and mesmerizing; it was an enchanting event on every visit. The cascading water roared down the
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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
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| Descriptive Essay | Rough draft | | Gatewood‚ Jasmine | 10/12/2012 | Myself: Person Hello kitty collection thing Homemade spaghetti food Downtown Dallas place Jasmine Gatewood English 0331.2 Ms. Fischel 10/12/12 Description Essay Downtown Dallas home of the dart and the drug dealers on every corner‚ my friends and I used to visit regularly to have a nice chipotle dinner. When you are hear you cannot help but‚ visit the many food places‚ and cultural
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Descriptive Essay Hearts were racing‚ twelve to be exact‚ lungs were being constricted tighter and tighter with every second that went by‚ joints were being pushed to their limits as their limbs stretched the farthest they could reach‚ and yet these twelve people were still able to ignore their injuries. All they revealed was happiness. There was no pain to be seen. No acknowledgement of misery because they all knew they only had those two minutes and thirty seconds to give it their all. Any sense
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Icesus Holland Brenda White English 101 16 September 2013 Descriptive Essay The beach is one of the most beautiful places in the world. Before visiting‚ I had only been to the four states‚ which is the stringy grassy fields‚ the forest of trees‚ the smelly white and black cows and pink curly tailed pigs. See I had never seen any other states but Missouri‚ Kansas‚ Oklahoma‚ and Arkansas. I love the picture in my head but it was nice to finally see something different. When my boyfriend
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Ivory Koehn 9/10/2010 Descriptive Essay Under The Raised Hand Prologue When I was a young girl learning about life and love‚ I always thought that some man would sweep me off my feet and it was my fate to be with him and only him. My mother was not a big fan of love and fate. She didn’t have a very good history of guys and relationships. She would always tell us love was not a reality and we should find someone with a lot of money. My mother is a strong feminist woman and I tried as hard
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The memories of my early childhood are like scattered‚ partially lost pieces of a huge mosaic. I am only five‚ and instead of sleeping late like other kids would do‚ I don’t want to stay in bed‚ don’t want to miss the mystery‚ the beauty of the world’s awakening. My older brother and cousins are up already and drag their bare feet on the wooden floor. I still can vividly picture that floor- old‚ caved in‚ coated with brown paint a thousand times‚ the floor in my Grandma’s house. The memories of my
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There was not a day when someone wasn’t dying. Many of my childhood memories lead me back to the funeral home. Heck‚ I even learned to ride my tricycle in the area where all the caskets were kept! Many of my friends would find it neat that I knew all about the place and would always ask me to take them around for a tour. There is a story that I always tell people that happened at my grandpa’s funeral home one unique day. My earliest memory of my grandpa’s house; which was a funeral home‚ was when
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An Unmistakable Presence of Peace Places of serenity hold captive the fondest pieces of our memory. We walk on the hard‚ cold stone path barefoot. The air is filled with the aroma of gardenia. The cool‚ crisp breeze slices through the humid atmosphere. The wind-chimes sing their songs of sharp‚ staccato notes. The forest seemingly forever expands over the flat land of Louisiana. The rustle of the leaves of 100 year old oak trees in the wind reminds us of the outside world we had momentarily left
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