Descriptive Essays, Research Papers & Term Papers (525) essays
Descriptive Essays essays:
My Town.
... pastel paints all over a blue easel, letting the light pinks and purples swirl together to create a spectacular scene. Overhead, a jet roars silently through the air, leaving behind a trail of white. The lazy sun rises over the gently rolling hills and winks at the golden countryside of my ...
Short story involving stemming from the train tragady involving the man attempting to comit suicide.
... horrified, at the many people lying on the ground, covered in their own blood, at the people being put into shopping carts as a stretcher and being carried away. I watched ambulance after ambulance rush ... to think about my children. I started to think of what death may be like. Then, fear took over me ...
Deception and a Deathwish - Lies and Love
... Toren Stearns Although the aforementioned events appear rather vague in my current state of mind, the dull drone of the air conditioner pummeling cool air like swift arrows across my sweat stained forehead seemed to make my head tumble. My ...
1999 Superman DuPont Chevrolet Replica Die Cast Car.
... when viewed from different directions. The car changes from blue to purple and takes a golden maroon at times. This stock car has numerous special features on it designed for a special one ...
Do you know what it feels like to be Trapped? The opening of a book which will keep the reader interested and want to know what is going on.
... my eyes. I couldn't contain my feelings any more. Life had been a fairytale when he'd been home! If only he could walk through the door and rescue me from my ...
Gold at the end of the rainbow
... wondering how my country could kill their own people intending to kill the Americans? How could any person want to kill fellow human beings? This was all that was going through my head. An American picked me up and started walking away from ...
A life journey
... silent prayer to his many gods that he may someday discover an easier way to cool his drink. This piece of writing is from my ... hills ... sun. Sharp rocks jut out from ... rush, the man wobbles the skin and a small amount of red liquid drips out from ...
Money Made the World Go Down
... roll, inset, cut and so life began. However, I am merely the latest creation of my people. For thousands of years humans have created me for the means of trading and reflecting their power. It is when ... My human winds down his window and a large white building comes into view ... pop up from under the ...
I Will Follow You Into The Dark
... when she told us what happened, the emotions I felt so clearly. My head swimming in confusion - denial -, the echo of her words battering my ears and repeating over and over again, the sharp pain in my ...
Descriptive storytelling of a character's adventure.
... all living and dead, existing and not are all around awaiting to be tapped by one skilled in the art of, that which humans call, the Arcane. The power and ... this art of the Arcane and found on my path a wise teacher assigned by the gods to guide me in my learning of the world that I now newly stepped ...