No Mans Land--This is a great descriptive essay on traveling to Germany (Berlin)
No Man's Land
I tiptoe through the night, scared for even my sweat to make the slightest noise as it drips off my face and onto the ground. I am not thinking of anything at the moment but my survival and how my life will be once I am free of the Soviet grip around my wrists. My heart feels like it is breaking through my ribs and protruding out of my chest with every breath I take as I run faster and faster towards the barrier that has incarcerated me over the years.
As I throw myself over the eleven-foot concrete wall with barbed wire at the top, I can hear gunshots all around, and I pray they are not intended for me. I hit the cold, hard ground on the other side, but I am not even close to being safe any time soon. I am in no mans land now. I would be better off asking for someone to shoot me than to make it out of here alive. I have only one chance.
At least that is how I imagined it would have been like if I were in trapped in the tribulations of East Berlin trying to escape into the desired West Berlin between 1961 and 1989. However, it is a gray December day in 2004, and if it weren't for remains of the Iron Curtain and Checkpoint Charlie, people would not be able to relive that part of history or be reminded of the dictator that destroyed so many lives.
The temperature was eight degrees Celsius as the gloomy sky attempted to cough up snow onto Berlin. Before that moment I had only heard of the Berlin Wall through history books and stories. I would sit and listen to travelers tales told by my...
More Creative Writing
essays:
"Savannah" This is a Narrative/Descriptive Essay I wrote for my english class.
... as I realize this is the one place in the world I can come to, and without fail fell safe and loved. Stepping back out and looking ... years I played. The smooth white concrete back porch is coming up. WOW, it looked so much bigger when I was six. I turn and see ...
My Best Friend- A descriptive essay; this was an essay for my eng101 class. this is a very descriptive essay about my husband josh, and what he looks like and means to me
... Josh, I can still look at him and admire the swift grace in his movements. Quick ... shoulders, and thick chest. I hardly noticed the caramel color of his eyes, nor his nicely manicured goatee. What I saw ... Tanned and toned, one might wonder if he spent his days working out in the gym and later ...
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... most grocery stores you can go and pick up V05 for about ninety-nine cents a bottle, Pantene Pro-V on the other hand may tend to be about five dollars on the average. This is the one of the very ...
This is a process analysis essay on procrastination.
... concrete. Take your paper, proofread and use a spellchecker on it, and take a good copy of it with you to your class. Make sure you get there on time, if not early, to hand in your paper so no one ...
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... So, as I stand before the forked rode of my future, I find myself choosing to forsake comfort and take the steep path that few dare to follow. I can only ... self-denial. Unfortunately the light at the end of the tunnel can seem oh so far off when one lies in the midst of a trying situation. In the case ...
Descriptive Essay on A Place: Charlie's Cabin
... up one last door, which reveals a staircase. You quickly run up the stairs and see a whole other story ... bask in. When you lay there in the sun, you can do nothing to keep yourself from falling asleep. This is ...
THE PAIN OF WAR, this is a "story" I wrote about a soldier who experiences the true pain of war.
... the other men around him were intimidated, but he was a good courteous man, and said "hello" politely to everyone. "I'm Jack", he said. But he didn't get his chance to ... gun on his shoulder; the pointed end jabbed into the side of the horse causing him to knock the general off ...
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... nothing. "I can hook you up with my cousin and you might be able to make a little money that way." I knew ... the run from the police for a suspected robbery. "No thanks, I'd rather go back to the cornfields than end up in jail." We brainstormed a few other ideas that didn't go over so well. One idea ...