Descriptive Essay: A Christmas Night

1. It has been one year but, feels like yesterday, when I was locked in terror. What was supposed to be a fun night for all turned out to be the worst night of my life. It was raining and I had all the candy I could get in my Halloween bag. I went too far from my home and my friends had already returned to theirs. But, there was a shortcut home for me. Through the cemetery. It sat at the edge of the woods, which lead to my neighborhood, once you crossed the bridge on the other side of the cemetery. Soaking wet, I took off through the graveyard, my feet sloshing in the mud and wet grass. Pass tombstones which looked like kneeling people in the low light of the moon. Behind me, I hear a groan, or was it a cry? Picking up my pace, I begin to panic. A fast walk turns into a run. I hear the cry again, but this time it was a scream! I look behind me and think I see something, or someone. My candy is gone because

Although I rarely go, I must admit, this place is a very relaxing and quiet place. There are big chairs, tables, places to work, or study in private or with a group. Being quiet is a must or the lady with the glasses, behind a tall desk will tell you,"shhhh". I like to read a good book or mess around on my computer to pass the time. The library is a quiet, nice place to escape from the noise of the

Paradise to me would have to be an old west town. Lets say it 's 1870 and you live in a small town in Texas. The streets are dirt on a dry day, and turn to mud when the rain comes. You hear the banging of steel from the blacksmith shop, and smell the smoke from his coal forge. There is laughter from the saloon, but I 've never been in there, only seen the people 's boots from under the saloon door. I 'm young, but have my own horse which I can ride all day, as long as I get my chores done. Days like this are far and few between. Most of the time I help my dad on our farm. This is my paradise and I hope to never grow up. But, i will, and it 'll be 2018