(E) The deserted house Wandering unaccompanied along the lane with sadness and emotion. There was just silence and huge giant trees. Not realising how long it had been‚ I found myself stood in front of a big old house. I unconvincingly stared at it and thought to myself‚ what brought me here. It was quite a big house which was situated on it’s own in the middle of nowhere. Around the house‚ there was a towering strong brick wall which was positioned there like a prime guard to protect the
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A Deserted House The house had not been occupied for several years after the death of its owner. For some reason no one liked or cared for the owner. Therefore‚ when he died‚ he was not buried. His death remained in his bed until it was reduced to its skeleton. One evening a traveler was passing by this house when it suddenly began to rain heavily. Looking for shelter‚ he ran into this house‚ where‚ to his surprise and terror‚ he saw a human skeleton. But the rain had not stopped and it was
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descriptive essay house on fire The House on Fire That cold night of December 2004 had left behind a memory which will stay in my mind for a never ending period of time. That night was not the same as the rest of the days in my life. Instead of going to bed‚ that night I was standing in the middle of the road‚ in complete terror. My heartbeat was accelerating
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My House. Upon entering my house‚ you notice the mismatched brown and blue plaid couches under bare walls. A huge television blocks the only window in the room‚ with an old scratched coffee table groaning under a weeks worth of mail. Guacamole colored shag carpet over powers the cheap Asian rug trying to smother it. The blue and brown couches are as comfortable as reclining on bales of straw covered with course burlap. A pomegranate candle sits on top of the television and is lit every morning to
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Descriptive Essay; My Perfect Place a television‚ a jewelry box‚ or a computer‚ etc. It wasnt real‚ but it was a great place to escape to even if it was just in my mind. It gave me something to hope... Premium Descriptive Essay Describing a Place Patdreka Williams 7-14-12 English 110 Journal Entry A Place When I was a little girl I dreamed of the most extraordinary room in my mind. Being one of the... Premium Descriptive Essay. My Favorite Place
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Descriptive Essay On a hot summer day‚ the only good place to go is to the lake. You would go out to the lake to enjoy the water‚ the sun‚ the activities that are happening‚ or just to be with family and friends. When you’re at the lake‚ there are some very distinct smells. The hickey smell of campfire smoke always lets you know that there are marshmallows and hotdogs being roasted. You’ll never want to touch your hair from putting your fingers on the sticky marshmallow‚ to me it’s just crazy
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Have you ever wished you could visit a place that no longer exists? I’m not talking about your favorite store that’s gone out of business‚ a restaurant that’s closed down or a place that’s still here but out of your reach. Even though I haven’t been there in over seven years‚ I remember every detail like I was just there yesterday. Maybe‚ it’s because I spent most of my childhood there I remember what it look like‚ feel like and smell like. But because this place no longer exists‚ I can only visit
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Lai Xu Per. 10 2-4-03 A House to Remember I have moved in and out of many houses throughout the years‚ but none of them were as important to me as the house in which I grew up. I must admit that this house‚ although enormous‚ was neither the nicest nor the most comfortable house‚ yet my nostalgic nature has propelled me to treasure that house above all others. Having parted it for almost ten years‚ some details of the house are out of my grasp. The memory of the house now stands as a symbol of
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Zarja G. ESSAY #: About a person They say you will never forget the person you first laid your eyes on. A tinny glimpse‚ which you probably do not remember‚ although it somehow stayed in your heart. Not the picture but the feeling you had when you saw him/her. The feeling of warmth‚ safety and joy. Without them you feel lost not really yourself. Somehow they are a part of you‚ a part of your world‚ your heart. For me that is my mother. Her voice calms me down. After moving to Vienna I was a
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I used to always go to my grandparents house. Even though they haven’t lived in their old house in a while‚ I will always remember it. It is a place I loved and have many memories in. My grandparent’s house was my home away from home. They were very hardworking‚ caring‚ and strict and the way their house felt reflected their personalities. The house I will forever have embedded in my mind was located in the rural town of Bovina‚ Texas. This was the house my father and his twelve brothers and sisters
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