Descriptive Writing- Brodie Dashwood Rocking from side to side‚ I ran away from every problem I had in my life that was suffocating me. Now part of this included when I had to risk my life in need for that freedom I had been craving. My journey began 20 years ago‚ 5 whole years before I was locked down in the world’s highest security prison. I was ordered to the place that I considered hell on earth contained by a wall the height of a sky scraper drenched in high voltage barbed wire. Still to this
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just finished getting ready for school. I go to look out the window to see if the bus is here yet‚ and I see it! I yelled at my mom and dad. It’s back to the ’back’. Take a look at the cover! It’s only 9 am and it’s pitch black outside. There is so much dirt and dust outside‚ it goes so high in the air and I am terrified and my siblings are all crying. My parents gather all of us‚ and we all put towels on all doors and windows so no dust gets in. Me and my brother see all the animals and people running
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frustrated and want to get home. You stroll into the subway station and board the train en route to your house. You take a seat at the back of the train and just sit there with anguish on your mind. The train shuts its doors and the train starts moving forward. It’s a chilly winter evening and there’s a thunderstorm brewing outside. The wind is fierce‚ ricocheting bullets of water onto the outside of the train’s windows‚ only to splatter into minuscule droplets of rain upon contact. Even though the
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could. I put on my warmest socks that I packed and sit down on the couch so my mom can put on my snow boots. It’s 2007 and my parents decide to take us to our grandparents house in Vermont for our school vacation. We’re getting ready to go sledding on the Mount Snow golf course. After we all have our winter clothes on‚ we head outside. We all gather up the best sleds and start our journey to the hill. Me‚ being the smallest and youngest in the pack‚ I fall behind and get stuck in the deep‚ heavy snow
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Egyptians mourned a looong time and I thought the African time till funerals was long. :) After some shopping‚ we went to Living Life Cafe for lunch. It is a cute restaurant. Some of the dinning area is set up like a house. There is also tables out in the garden area. We set outside at one of the tables. I ordered an African dish. It was a chicken and mayo pancake and a spinage and feta pancake. African pancakes are like crapes. Their American style “pancakes” are called flapjacks. After we finished
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cloud‚ staining the sky a deadly shade of indigo‚ forever darkening like a lid closing on a box trapping darkness inside it. The saturated clouds start to rumble. Below them‚ the streets are lifeless as no one dares leave their secure houses for the extreme weather outside. Thunder shakes the clouds‚ as its loud rumble echoes around the empty beach. The smell of the sea overpowers the old‚ lingering smell of chips and candyfloss‚ now only a stench of salt and seaweed are left. Sand storms are whipping
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Thus‚ comfortably seated with a pen on hand in the warm confines of my bed room‚ I started to pour down my thoughts into writing‚ quietly praying that he will be able to know‚ at least the extent of my emotions… Briefly written in a small parchment‚ I folded the paper into four and noticing how it started to our heavily outside‚ I pulled out my drawer and produced a red folded umbrella. Seeing the water-proof name tag‚ I hurriedly inserted the glossy parchment into it and
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all around us are doing a mental roll-call to make sure they haven’t lost any little ones along the way. Outside the huge glass windows that line every corridor‚ airplanes’ engines are heard. We board our flight‚ kids‚ parents‚ and grandparents‚ and buckle up. We stayed in a cabin on the beach. When I say beach I mean a rocky‚ windy shoreline with lots of ocean spray. My brothers played outside and chased down and taunted tiny orange crabs. My grandparents took walks on the coast every evening‚ and
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pads. The sweat on the cushions‚ and how they seem to cool my chest and my back. This wet feeling would usually be uncomfortable‚ but in this moment being uncomfortable doesn’t matter. I can smell aroma of the burgers and hot dogs being sold just outside the stadium. The smell would usually trigger some kind of hunger in my stomach‚ but in this moment my stomach doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is my mind and my muscles‚ and beating Westwood. I can hear the fans on both sides cheering.
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I used to love Cape Grim. It was an unspoilt coastal wilderness. My father and I would hike there every weekend in spring‚ when the heat wasn’t yet unbearable and the fresh breeze would caress the light beads of sweat on our foreheads. We’d go down the hidden path on the cliffside to the white sands below. It was a tranquil place down there where the soft sunlight would shine down from the boundless blue sky‚ dyeing the sea hues of orange and magenta. Now I can’t even bear to think of Cape Grim
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