Descriptive Essay Final The downtown metropolis can be a complex place‚ and some may need to become accustomed to it. It is Five O’ Clock in the afternoon. The sun is starting to drag itself lower‚ dimming the landscape‚ leaving a majestic orange on the horizon. The towering structures above leave enormous shadows on the people below. Car horns ring and sirens pulse‚ as the people make haste towards there destinations‚ rushing aggressively as if though it is a race. The end of the work day has
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stressful days at school and work‚ I like to lose myself in my own private hideaway. My bedroom is the last thing I see before I fall asleep every night and the first thing I catch sight of when I awaken. There is something special about the seclusion of a bedroom. Of all places‚ this is the one setting that is completely your own. It exudes independence‚ personality‚ and style of the occupant. A distorted top forty hit blared through my faithful alarm’s tiny speaker. I pounded the snooze bar
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College Writing 2 October 2012 Descriptive Essay A compact two-door car might not mean a lot to someone‚ but to me‚ working and improving my car is my favorite thing to do. When I am not inside my house or hanging out with my friends‚ you’ll be sure to find me working or cleaning my car. For most people‚ leaving their car stock is passable for their needs‚ but to me it’s not. My car is modified which makes it one of a kind. My car consists of its exterior‚ interior‚ and performance level
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English comp 1 Week 3 My Life with Grandma Gladys is a petite woman in stature with lovely radiant dark skin‚ big warm brown eyes and inviting smile; men in her day consider her smile flirtatious. Grandma is dainty by appearance with an adventuress spirit. Grandma enjoys rap music and MTV latest dance craze. Gladys is not like the other stereotypical grandmothers’ in my neighborhood. She believes muumuu floral dresses are dreadful‚ adores black pumps‚ cusses like a sailor and cigars is her
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Composition 2 Descriptive Although worn out and beaten thin‚ my favorite t-shirt reigns supreme. Its rugged exterior presents a shabby disposition. Many new t-shirts have found their way into the velvet lined drawers of my antique armoire. None stand in comparison against the weathered softness of my favorite t-shirt. Folds of cotton threads have been pulled and stretched from their original contour. Nevertheless‚ its flaws are cherished. Block letters that once read Nike are barely recognizable
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in agony‚ bones crunch‚ horses fall. My lance shatters upon the first impact sending splinters of wood everywhere. The man who took the blow dies almost instantly. I draw my sword and continue through the battle killing the enemies around me. I take an arrow to the side but it is deflected by my armor. I continue weaving in and out striking any enemy I see. I take very few hits and most are deflected by my armor but a few leave some cuts that will add to my scars from a life of battle. The enemy
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My Quiet Place After a year of living in our small two bedroom house we decided that we needed to add another bedroom. We had made all the decisions of what we wanted it to look like such as the size of the room‚ the size of the closet and what we what kind of mood the atmosphere would give us. I wanted the room to feel welcoming‚ warm and cozy‚ like sitting next to a warm fireplace on a cold snowy night. I wanted to call this room my quiet space where I can relax‚ read‚ and be big enough
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Childhood Memories Can Be Positive Reinforcement My favorite childhood place was at my grandparent’s house. My grandparent’s last name was Mountain. Their property had the nick name‚ “The Mountain House‚” I remember wonderful memories of spending time there with my family; eating grandma’s famous potato salad‚ tasting grandpa’s fabulous barbeque ribs‚ and most of all eating those wonderful Mountain family cherries. The sounds and smells are truly alive in my memory. These memories are incredibly real for
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and the Last Visit To Cedar Crest Drive There is a full moon. It is pitch black and raining outside. As I lookdown the street I can see the fog setting only feet away from me. It is on this evening when my curiosity gets the best of me. I want to know why my mother never allowed me to go down Cedar Crest Drive. I’ve heard many stories about a haunted house down there. The stories‚ however‚ have varied. I heard somebody had been gruesomely murdered in there. I also heard that
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English 093 My First Car I finally saved up enough money to buy myself a car‚ so I set out to track it down. My journey started out on a spring day‚ when the trees started to grow leaves shading the sun over my house. First‚ I drove to the store to get a newspaper‚ for I had already spotted a potential lead a few weeks back. As I searched through the classified section‚ I had my fingers crossed. I immediately spotted it. Because I had saved a pile of cash through the winter‚ I could
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