One summer night; after a long and eventful day at the office, a day I thought would never end, I breathed a sigh of relief as I pulled into my drive and parked. In a moment reflecting, I could see that my ride home took longer than usual. This was due in part to the five o’clock bumper to bumper rush hour traffic that seemed like a horror scene right out of a Stephen King novel. I was relieved that this day had finally come to a close. I got out of my car and went inside of the house leaving all thoughts of this troubling day outside. Home sweet home, I was now safely behind the walls of my sanctuary. I was not hungry, so I chose to skip dinner and retire for the night. I took a shower and got dressed for bed. After locking up for night, …show more content…
I began to slowly walk across the burning sands leaving my footprints with every step that I made. The beautiful skies above; tinted with heavenly shades of blue were endless. The clouds, big and fluffy and snow white slowly floated through the heavens. The sun; with its golden face was shining ever so brightly. It emitted a soothing warmth that heated the earth below. As I strolled along the beach, I could feel the gentleness of the summer breeze as it caressed my cheeks. Its aroma was as pleasing to my nostrils as is the smell of jasmine in bloom. As I looked around, my attention fell upon the birds. I watched as they gracefully took off in flight. They spread their wings and soared through the heavens on the rapture of the wind. I stopped to look at the illustrious blue waters with its rippling waves that made their way to the shores and washed away the footprints that I was making in sand. As I was gazing upon the face of the deep; looking afar, I could see a tropical disturbance that was brewing in the distance. As these adverse weather conditions began to worsen, everything around me began to
Gentle sea breeze tickled my face as I watched wisps of white fluff drifted across a crystal clear blue sky. The rhythmic sound of the wave; the screeching of the sea birds was so familiar and hypnotic at the same time. However, my children’s pearls of laughter turned all the other sounds into background
Maggard 1 Cole Maggard Johnson English 1 6 November 2014 Character compare and contrast Esperanza from House on Mango Street, Melinda from Speak, and Jean Louise from To Kill a Mockingbird, are very interesting characters that seem to not share many characteristics in each of these novels. These three girls were the main characters of their own books, and in each of these books we learned that they don’t have a lot in common. The personality that these three have just shows how different they are. Here are just a few examples that make these three girls different.
A far rush of wind sounded and a gust drove through the tops of the trees like a wave. The sycamore leaves turned up their silver sides, the brown, dry leaves on the ground scudded a few feet. And row on row of tiny wind waves flowed up the pool’s green surface. As quickly as it had come, the wind died, and the clearing was quiet again. The heron stood in the
The sounds were amplified, the seals barks echoing through the crisp, morning air and the waves zealously slamming against the rocks. The great magnitude of water sweeping up, and slamming against the algae hooded earth. I felt water droplets
I watched as the big fiery ball climbed above everything else. It shot out orangish-red rays from all direction and made the town brighter. As lovely as the morning was I knew that today wouldn't be horrible. I could only watch from down here, the beautiful shining star.
The ocean can be heard from the side of the dock, the blue water lapping on the side of the boat. I look out on the horizon, amazed by the simplicity yet inspiring beauty of the ocean that runs for miles and miles. Behind me is the land that will become my new home. The dark wood of the boat against the water makes me remember the long journey that we have traveled. I turn around and face the land that will become a new start for us all; the place where we can be free and set out to do what we came here for.
The place was at peace. There were yellow butterflies. There was a breeze and a wide blue sky. Along the river two old farmers stood in ankle-deep water,
The sun was scorching out heat as it was warming up the city. On the other side the ocean was all admirable dark blue. Waves were shattering surfers. But there was something special in the ocean.
A couple of sheoaks sway beside a waterless creek. They are blown side by side by the hot breaths of suffocating dry air. The bush stretches on and on. A stranger might travel for miles without seeming to find a change in the landscape, for there is no difference in the bleak monotonous
The wind whipped past my head as I pushed myself faster. I could see the break in the trees up ahead, the sun shining on the poppy field through the small opening. I ran as fast as my legs would travel, my heart beating out of my chest. I could hear the footsteps coming closer and closer. My lungs were about to give out, my hips were burning from the running and my feet were starting to swell in my boots.
The horizon’s edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh and shore mud, The feeling of the shore marsh slushing between your toes The feeling of sinking into the shore marsh Feeling as free of the sea-crow Flying without boundaries The smell of happiness and simplicity The smell of salt that can’t be washed away Stays for hours and days on end The smell that stays for the summer The smell of relaxation and peace I feel the weight being lifted off my shoulders
Golden rays danced across the deep blue surface of the still water as the day awoke. A cascade of light enveloped the horizon, unveiling a bountiful array of colours. Fields of red roses serenaded the sky, while enormous willow trees, swayed in the light breeze, applauding its arrival. Perched precariously upon a thin branch stood a delicate wood pigeon. Without warning a loud crack echoed across the area and the pigeon fell to the mercy of gravity.
I feel it radiating into my blood, as my heart skips a beat. Soon, enlightened by a beating pair of wings effortlessly moving up and down, more fragile than the glass that once was sitting on the edge of the table. The fluttering pair of painted silk wings circles my front, as another pair comes into sight, creating a delicate breeze that brushes past my quilted cold cheeks. I manage to smile at the picturesque view in front of me, sending a warm satisfaction to my body as it sparks my heart and floods my eyes with tear-filled blur.
I was about 10 years old when I went in my second haunted house ever in Dubuque, Iowa. It was a huge building made out of dark wood and metal. Although it’s appearance was scary, I wasn’t very scared because I went to one in Clear Lake, and I didn’t get scared at all. In fact, I felt brave because my 8 year-old brother, Zack, was scared and I wasn’t. Zack was taking it way too literally as he always did.
Birds were chirping; flowers swaying in the wind. Warm rays of light hit my face; I stirred awake rubbing the dust out of my eyes. We packed our stuff for the final event of this holiday at the theme park. Everything seemed fine. I got onto the rollercoaster with my family to have some extreme fun.