English Descriptive Writing The Orphanage The intimidating building brought terror through the walls. Moist beds from the children’s room from the endless nights of unnerving thoughts. The house represented nothing else but desperateness and loneliness. Happiness. The children will never achieve happiness. The house was distracting to all parents. The dull‚ dark walls took away the light from the depressed kids. It was like the light gave hope like a endless tunnel of loneliness with a spark of light
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Descriptive Writing As you enter the park by pushing its big black gate you can hear the shouting of kids and the air is filled with the voices of people. On the left and right hand side there are many trees with people sitting under them reading books or having picnics. In front there is a path that goes straight and then divides into two‚ one going to the left and the other to the right. If you take the right path you could hear the shouting of children louder than before. There are kids running
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uncomfortable. My sister was practically swimming in hers. Next‚ they shaved our hair. They grabbed my sister’s braid in their hands and cut it right off. She stifled a cry of despair out of fear of getting hit again. Her head was still dripping blood‚ and I wondered if they would give her anything to help. But they still just ignored it‚ even as they shaved the remainder of her glittering blonde
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Germany’s crisp winter air crept beneath the door as the beige-brown blanket held me tight. My phone read 11:30 pm and my eyelids began to feel heavy and started to slide down like blinds on a window. My body jolted as my phone vibrated in my hand. Tyson had sent me a text. It sounds cliché but Tyson was my everything. He was as tall as a tree and whenever we walked together I felt like an ant next to a skyscraper. His eyes were made of little caramel candies and they sparkled when the sunlight hit
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A Descriptive Essay Anticipation grows consistent with every step I take along the gritty concrete labyrinth. Beneath a blazing sun‚ the smell of baked asphalt‚ sugary cola‚ and pretzel surround me. I follow the unpainted‚ gray chain fence that leads me forward. Overhead the deafening whirl of metal and screams briefly fill the hot air. The consistent drone of greasy motors and hissing pneumatics engage my curiosity. My heart rushes like a child on Christmas morning about to receive a favorite
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I look across the desolate cotton field owned by our neighbors who I barely know. I see my Alaskan Husky‚ Maple‚ running around the yard with four small puppies. Next I see the large brown deck that leads to our swimming pool filled with greenish tinted water because no one cares to clean it since it is never used. I open the van door and hop out to the smell of fresh manure that has been added over the cotton fields. I grab the doorknob and turn it so that I can finally make my way inside. As I
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with my lack of enthusiasm to engage in a fight‚ so he takes the initiative and gives me a solid punch straight to my stomach. I buckle over‚ coughing and trying to catch my breath. My teammates stand there helpless‚ and anxious about what will happen next. I pick myself up and stand to face Ryan‚ the anger and hatred that I have for him boils over and I lose control of myself. I tackle him to the ground‚ and together we get lost in a tangle of fists. He yanks my hair back‚ and I respond by scratching
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The walls shook‚ and before I could properly swing the door back open‚ I felt a shooting pass by my ear. It was the sound of fluttering wings that mutated into a high pitch ringing noise. I took two steps backward‚ pressing my hand to the side of my head. With the door fully open‚ I watched as the blood from the flooring spilled to the dirt. The inside was now empty. "Dude‚ there you are!" Austin blurted running
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Chaz Woodson Jus 630 Speaker #2 Analysis & Critique 1. SPEAKER’S NAME‚ TITLE‚ AND PROFESSIONAL AFFILIATION: Erick Stakelbeck‚ The Terrorist Next Door‚ Author and CBN News Host 2. TOPIC(S): What the real threat of terrorism is in the United States. Why the Obama Administration is concealing the true magnitude of terrorist attacks and activity in the US. 3. DATE OF PRESENTATION: June 25‚ 2013 4. ONLINE SOURCE: BookTv.org During his presentation and in his book Erick Stakelbeck
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awake and greeted me with a slice of crispy toast‚ the butter was perfectly melted and seeped into the crust one squeeze‚ and it oozed out and dripped on the floor. Once I put my boots on‚ my feet were excited and before I knew it‚ I was flying out the door. One step outside and the smell of melting snow and cold mud flooded my sinuses‚ and I was overwhelmed with the scent of spring. The air was crisp and cool on my face. With each breath I could feel the chilly air run down my throat and into my lungs
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