Descriptive Writing She is a beautiful young woman‚ perhaps the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Her hair is a midnight black color; it almost reminded him of the color of the night sky as he looks through a window. As he looked at her hair he notice the way the light catches in it and it shimmers as it flows with her every move. His eyes are drawn to the fact that her hair is very lengthy reaching down to the middle of her torso‚ so long in fact that it almost caresses the small of her back
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Descriptive writing piece I got off the bus as it came to a slow stop and as I walked past Burger King‚ the scent of greasy fast food filled my nostrils. The bus departed again‚ crawling along the road‚ leaving my sight‚ as it turned a sharp corner. An elderly man cut across my walking path to use the cash machine on the corner. As he walked towards it‚ I could see the growing disappointment on his face‚ to find it was out of order. I could now see more buses ahead of me‚ each turning and disappearing
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Isabella 9/13/13 4th period Descriptive Writing I reach my destination just as the sun begins its decent. Sighing contently‚ I sit down at the top of the cliff to observe the setting sun. On the left‚ the town lights up as the sunlight reflects off the shiny rooftops of the shops and business buildings. The glass windows and doors shine with a brilliance that cannot be seen up close but from a distance‚ it is magical. The pink aura encasing the town seems surreal as my eyes follow the people
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June 1944. D-Day Landings. Rocketing across the water‚ the beach and sky blur into one. But in my mind everything is still‚ even calm in fact. My eyes dart around. I see men. Pain and panic fill their eyes. Some tremble as if catching a fever. Other soldiers clutch on to their weapons as if gripping onto their mother’s hand when learning how to walk. Some soldiers drink from their canteens‚ as if it’s the last drink to enter their bodies. I feel my heart race‚ blood pump through my veins. The Captain
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Ms. Gill ENG 3U – Per. 5 September 16‚ 2013 Descriptive Paragraph The much publicized meteor shower has finally arrived and is a much anticipated awaited aesthetic show. As I’m observing the dark night sky waiting for the gorgeous meteors to enter Earth’s atmosphere‚ I see the sensational stunning spectacular sparkling stars. While sitting on my porch in the small town of Malton‚ I hear a small owl chirping on my backyard tree and the soothing summer breeze gusting throughout the trees. I
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like it has been untouched for centuries. It looks almost normal. The piles of dust gather around the room‚ like big‚ plush pillows‚ ready to be rested on. My desk shouts out for a clean‚ books thrown around everywhere‚ without a care. The detailed writing merely fading of the hand written poem‚ fresh off the press‚ lying on a hardly ever used dictionary. As I turn in my chair memories come spiralling back. All the fun that came out of that one console‚ the thing that has moved on by so much now‚
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Dante Addona Observational Writing Assignment E-Block British Literature 11/2/12 When the floodgates open and water pours down from the sky there is nothing to do other than hope and pray that you are prepared for the storm‚ and what better a place to go for supplies then a Wal-Mart. People rushed in and out pushing up against each other like a school of fish swimming in tight quarters. In my sweats and hoodie‚ I strolled in trying to avoid getting pushed over while I noted a sign that read
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Ade was slipping her science book into her schoolbag when mama screamed. Two sharp cracks splintered the air. She had heard the sound of coming storm- still unknown to her- which had perhaps already done the damage. A cry of a man echoed through the solid walls‚ around the house‚ which sounded unfamiliar to Ade; she had never -in her life- heard her father cry. This was alone enough of an evidence to alarm her of the situation. Dumbfounded‚ her schoolbag dropped as her hand unconsciously loosened
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Descriptive Essay; My Perfect Place a television‚ a jewelry box‚ or a computer‚ etc. It wasnt real‚ but it was a great place to escape to even if it was just in my mind. It gave me something to hope... Premium Descriptive Essay Describing a Place Patdreka Williams 7-14-12 English 110 Journal Entry A Place When I was a little girl I dreamed of the most extraordinary room in my mind. Being one of the... Premium Descriptive Essay. My Favorite Place
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30 May 2014 Descriptive Essay: Day at the beach As the orange hue cast over the gentle sea‚ the waves sang out a sweet and soothing lullaby – that describes the weather for that day. That of gentle and rhythmic motion or that of crashing in a turbulent motion‚ as the tide edges forward or the edges retreat. All the while‚ allowing me to reminisce about my childhood. Memories of scooping up the featherlike sand and remolding it into magnificent images of my wild imagination. The beach really did
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