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Descriptive Essay:
Connor Donnelly
090-177
Essay #2
People are always talking about being in those situations where time slows down to the point where a few seconds feels like a few minutes, well I didn’t exactly think that is what actually happened. Until a dreary, calm, dull spring afternoon in Briargate (located in Northern Colorado Springs), about a week after my fourteenth birthday, I decided that I was going to go down to this plentifully lush creek next to a well travelled bridge. While I was walking down the sidewalk which lead to a path in the creek these dogs that were always jumping on the fence and barking viciously, the fence was bent outwards at least a foot, I suppose that day I was elected by someone up above to run. About a minute after I walked past the fence I heard this loud cracking of wood. Sure enough as soon as I turned half way around two large mouthed, sharp teethed, muscular Dover mans had just broken through the fence.

The level of fear that I had was almost indescribable, I was beyond being kind of afraid, and my life wasn’t flashing before my eyes. Although, I imagine if I would’ve let those dogs get a hold of me I very well could have seen my life flashing before my eyes; The overwhelming amount of knee high grass concealing insanely spiky patches of large and small cacti separated me from a fence that was about ten feet away from. The ferocious 120+ pound dogs had just broken threw through the fence and they scanned their surroundings until they saw me. The two killers where about ten or twelve feet away from me and even at that distance the eye contact between those dogs and myself was enough to send a chill down my spine, time actually did slow down to the point where I saw the tiniest detail of every blade of glass and every splinter on the fence that was going to save me from the blood-thirsty dogs that wanted the Connor special. With saliva dripping from their razor sharp teeth they inched closer and closer to me...
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