Using description in your writing also help, like narrating describing comes naturally to people. Description is a familiar means of self-expression that you use whenever you want to tell a friend about a movie you have seen, a book you have read, a person you can about, or a place you have been. To be about to descript a story to should always be able to use the following: Find a controlling idea that is overall impressive like a person, place or object this ideal will be part of your thesis, also choose sensory details which appeal to your five senses, everything you see, hear, smell, taste, and touch makes an impression on you, to describe your impressions so that they come alive for readers, observe carefully. Also consider your audience and purpose generally you have two purposes for describing anything, Objective purpose is to report information without bias or emotion and the Subjective purpose is to explain by expressing your feelings and…
Thick, strong oak wood was carved into curves and poles all connected to be shaped into the perfect rocking chair. It was painted a deep brown that glints gold when the sun shines on it. The armrests mold to your arms like they were carved precisely for you. It feels like your melting into chair even though it’s a stiff wooden frame. The seat cushion used to be thick and luscious but has become thinner and thinner as the years have passed. It remains tied to the chair by two thin strings that keep in attached tightly to the back of the rocker. The chair is old but the age only makes it more important and extraordinary.…
“When you smoke herb, it reveals yourself to you,” is a famous quote of the pothead and marvelous musician Bob Marley. He felt as though marijuana helped tune in with your inner being. I believe cannabis that cannabis does this too and therefore have become a habitual marijuana consumer. Being in tune with ones inner being is important, yet not the reason that I smoke cannabis. The cannabis plant is beautiful, from the leaf to the buds you smoke. I love the ‘highs’ from smoking marijuana, and last but not least, I love how I can function while ‘high’. The summary is that little nuggets of joy have been crucial in making me who I am now, and I am grateful for everything marijuana has brought.…
I remember, as a child, my first trip to the carnival. I stood at the entrance, my small hand held firmly by a larger one belonging to a much more confident adult, as I took in my surroundings. The flashing lights, the music and screaming all had me gawking at anything and everything that my eyes happened upon. What caught and kept my attention were the rides that seemed to torture their occupants. It still amazes me that average, ordinary people eagerly trade in the serenity and security of the ground for the chance to be tossed through the air like vegetables in a food processor. It is somewhat awe inspiring to think that at some time in history, someone thought people would enjoy the above torment. As an adult, it is precisely this thrill and excitement of having survived the ride that keeps me coming back for more.…
Describe your writing process. For example, what editorial help did you have, from whom, what changes did you make?…
My name is Kamilu. It is the only name I’ve ever heard and now what I call myself. I have grown up in a homeless shelter, in the beautiful lands of India. As a child this place never scared me even when I was alone at night with no mother to give me comfort. These old brick walls are my home. It is filled with the only people I’ve known my entire life. The superannuated streets are enclosed by the very building which the emperors lived. The walls are rich as the white pearl of gold. It has been carved a masterpiece and the only beautiful castle in all the lands. “I will live like that someday” I tell myself.…
Last Christmas, I spent 5 fun-filled days and 4 magical nights in Disneyland. Daily weather in Anaheim was beautiful. The driveway leading to the park entrance was lined with tall palm trees as they stretched to the heavens in the blazing sunshine.…
Its rugged exterior presents a shabby disposition. Many new t-shirts have found their way into the velvet lined drawers of my antique armoire. None stand in comparison against the weathered softness of my favorite t-shirt. Folds of cotton threads have been pulled and stretched from their original contour. Nevertheless, its flaws are cherished.…
After a stressful day, many people would feel tired and want to do something to release their stress; everyone has in mind a place to escape to for relaxation. My place of relaxation is the beach, especially on a morning day.…
There are not too many sunny days in the winter like today. It’s a little bit chilly, but nothing unusual for the weather in December. Stepping outside the house and going to take the Oath of Allegiance, in order to become a citizen, the fresh cold air clears my head and worries. I look for as many details as I can capture. The first thing that draws my attention is a clear blue sky. Its color is so pure that it almost looks unreal. A few clouds spread around the sky forming interesting shapes. On the horizon a vapor trail of an airplane draws a perfect straight line. The bright sunshine makes me squint. A cold wind occasionally whips around and causes me to shiver. I go inside of the car to get some cover. As I lean on the seat to get more comfortable, I start driving and I continue to look outside.…
My first car was my first most prized possession. I’d named her, tested her out on interstates, and took good care of her like she was one of my children. She had mirror tinted windows and was deep ocean blue that gleamed in the summer sun, she was flawless. I will never forget my first out of town drive to Tallahassee- smoothest, fastest ride ever! Had it not been for the scenery I would’ve felt like I was driving in a race. I remember cruising from lane to lane passing other drivers as if they were just trees barely moving. It was 2006 and so was the year of my car so I felt like we were unstoppable.…
The downtown metropolis can be a complex place, and some may need to become accustomed to it. It is Five O' Clock in the afternoon. The sun is starting to drag itself lower, dimming the landscape, leaving a majestic orange on the horizon. The towering structures above leave enormous shadows on the people below. Car horns ring and sirens pulse, as the people make haste towards there destinations, rushing aggressively as if though it is a race. The end of the work day has just began. The craze is unique from anywhere else. An endless flow of people and vehicles seem to liter the area.…
When I was younger there was a place I used to go when I was sad, angry, or confused. I went there often. It was a rather large castle hidden on an Island and surrounded by a forest. It was where I felt safe. This was my hideaway when I was in foster care; somewhere I could go to when things got to be too much for me.…
Photography is like any other art where the sky is the limit. The most important component to photography is the camera. I have a Nikon D3000 SLR digital camera. It is like one of my children. I go everywhere with it and when I don’t have I always feel like something is missing. It helps me bring my creative side to life and gives me just the shot I am looking for. It is heavy and sometimes a pain to carry but the weight is worth it for the end results. It has endless settings that I can adjust to achieve what it is I am trying to create. When I look through the view finder I look at a whole new world.…
When I picture my grandmother, I envision shiny grey hair, bright blue eyes, and the softest hands I have every felt. She is 94 years old and has 12 children. Virginia Irene Dill has raised many children, and that makes her the strongest person I know. When I walk through the door of her 75 year old home, I think of all the pain and joy my grandmother went through there. After so many years, our time together was not quite the same as it used to be since ten years ago when she started to fall ill due to old age. Despite the fact that her body does not allow her to do as much as she used to, I still remember her and the times we had together.…