Wind softly caressed my cheeks‚ sending strands of my hair dancing across the back of my neck‚ the roaring crash of the waves against the rocky shore attempted to distract me‚ and the salty scent of the sea crept through my nose. My concentration‚ however‚ never broke. It was as if all the elements of the nature surrounding me realized I wasn’t easily distracted. Everything stopped at once. In only a moment there was no longer any wind‚ no salty air‚ and no obnoxious sound. It all paused for a single
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I sigh lowering into an old wooden chair seated in a corner of the small shop I happened upon. Placing my warm drink on the rickety table‚ I stare out a nearby window and give a slight shiver. Grabbing the edges of my worn wool coat I pull the old coat tighter. The action doesn’t do much itself‚ but it makes me feel better. I look outside again‚ my eyes drifting over dull‚ empty markets‚ the slow rain drizzles down the pane of glass as I continue to look outside. A heavy cloud of gray has been hanging
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Naturally by this time my aching loneliness glides in like an empty cloud drifting afar in the dead of night. All presence of faith deserted long before the scorching sun inhaled its last breath‚ in order for the moon to be reborn. Yet unmistakably it’ll only be the sun welcoming my dispirited morning as any glimpse of faith is hushed by my heavy thoughts‚ which deeply desire to remain firmly rooted in my mascara stained pillow. A reminder of the all the endless nights I overfilled with enough tears
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As I sprint across the hot sand that burns the soles of my feet‚ the smell of salt water and sunscreen hits my face. I can see teenagers nearby as they dive to save a falling volleyball‚ covering themselves in grains of sand. While I’m preoccupied‚ watching the intense game of volleyball‚ the cold waves of the Atlantic Ocean come crashing down on my legs. I can hear my best friend‚ Tara‚ dying of laughter as my body tries to adjust to the temperature of the sparking turquoise waters. Surrounding
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1. Descriptive essay writing An essay is a written composition of moderate length exploring a particular issue or subject. Descriptive essays‚ derived from the word describe‚ is a genre of essay that asks the student to describe something—object‚ person‚ place‚ experience‚ emotion‚ situation‚ etc. Writers use the descriptive essay to create a vivid picture of a person‚ place‚ or thing. Unlike a narrative essay‚ which reveals meaning through a personal story‚ the purpose
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Descriptive and Inferential Statistics Paper PSY 315 Descriptive and Inferential Statistics Whether doing original research or conducting literature reviews‚ one must conclude what a powerful and versatile tool statistics are in the hands of researchers. From basic statistics such as data description‚ to using complex statistical methods to foresee future patterns or strengthen scientific claims about current climates‚ the role of statistics in research cannot be taken lightly and is essential
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Descriptive Essays vs. Narrative Essays Many people have different preferences on what type of writing style they think is more superior to another‚ I believe descriptive writing to be more excellent writing style then narrative. I can tell you that there are a few similarities and a few differences between the two. I prefer Descriptive essays‚ rather than narrative essays. In my belief‚ it’s that the descriptive essays are more effective when an author is trying to convey a story or get a message
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Expected change and unrequited love show up as major themes in William Yeats ’ poem The Wild Swans at Coole. Yeats sets up the poem in the first stanza to give a general feeling of sadness by describing "The trees are in their autumn beauty" and "The woodland paths are dry" (1-2). Autumn represents a time when nature starts dying and the dying leaves scatter where Yeats is walking. The reader also gets a general feel of an aged surrounding when Yeats mentions "a still sky" (4). The stillness of
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Once inside security at the Las Vegas International Airport‚ one can watch the excited people getting ready to take that once in a lifetime trip. There is a continuous hum of happy chatter‚ luggage wheels softly rolling across the floor‚ and cell phones ringing. It’s late in the afternoon‚ which is a prime time to get through airport security. The lines are short and the TSA agents are proudly dressed wearing their newly dry cleaned cobalt blue uniforms. A meticulously sewn on patch with our Nation’s
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Mobile Maiden Sixty seconds. The time the sun will remain above the horizon. Los Angeles lights up red and orange for a brief moment and dies into the darkness. Stores illuminate our path across the boardwalk again. My parents walk a few yards in front of me. I wiggle my toes in the gritty sand and lift my face to the sky from where rain drops start to fall. We turn and dash into a T-Mobile store. My father checks out the deals and buys a hideous Nokia cellphone for my mother: a hard blue
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