Anticipation Descriptive Writing

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 toy. Gone is the trepidation felt at the ticket stand. Trying to see through the myriad of people, my novice eyes grasp the breadth of what I am about to do. My mind is absorbed by its brutish presence; encompassed by its enchanting disposition.
A sudden lurch and we start the ascension I pray would be over soon. Click, click, click reverberated over and over like a death sentence about to be carried out. I knew when it stopped all hell could, and would, break loose. I look around and not ahead as if that would calm my tattered nerves. The sky is blue, trees are green down below, but what I see before me surely makes my face turn white. We tip over like a sailboat in a swell. The clicking stops as does my faint heart. Waiting for the inevitable made seconds seem like minutes. I quickly shut my eyes, as if trying to entice a monster in my closet to go away. The downward rush of sleek, painted metal and humanity takes seconds. The downward dash into oblivion feels like an assault on the faculties. Time stands still as my mind overloads with excitement, joy, fear and finality. What have I done? Nearing the point where gravity takes over, I steel myself within this sarcophagus of peril. My weight pulls me down into the beast as if my body were made of iron. At the bottom, my bewildered eyes open and I realize it was over. I had passed my first test of
We arrive at a pair of giant tortuous and curved twins of terror in a flash. Hurled up into the first cyclone, I am slammed in all directions as if in a washing machine. Blood-curdling shrieks and nervous laughter mix with the distortions of gravity. With barely time to recover, I am buffeted again back and forth as if in a car wreck. Subversion takes over my body as if I have a choice. Thrust out like a child’s toy, I struggle to catch my breath and my wits. Around another bend I relent before yet another assemblage of fear-rendering cruelty. Like a monstrous version of Archimedes screw, we traverse this helical path in seconds. Consternation does not have time to interact with the mind. Propelled out from this vortex, the goal can finally be seen