Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

“What else have you got in there?” Hector asked, genuine curiosity lacing his voice as he placed the glasses back down on the desk.

“Ok, thanks!” she then walked over to put her pumpkin where she said and walked home.

"You hungry?" She shakes her head. "Well I'm gonna grab breakfast at the diner and go back to my house. You want me to drop you off at home?"

“It looks as if the room might be used as a nursery for a child.” I slowly slid the door open and cautiously walked into the room followed by Anthony.

Bahauddin grabbed for a place to rest his hand while he lifted his feet, climbing through the shaft, out of the caverns. Every crack of stone was filled with overgrown moss, As he rose, he could see the sky was just before nightfall. The only sound around was the howl of the wind, and the keys clanging against each other like a windchime during a breezy spring afternoon. Ascending up the shaft, he was cautiously concentrating for each and every placement of his hands and feet, careful not to slip. Bahauddin’s hand grasped the top of the shaft. The sky was painted with brush strokes of blood orange, reflecting a glare off the keys. Outside, it had looked like a warzone. No buildings fully structured, not a person in sight, just crumbs

“Would you like something to eat, Wulfric?” Rochelle asked and I heard the clatter of a metal pan. I rubbed my eyes and I sat against the large wood log.

"If he gives you any trouble, I'm here." She nodded smiling up at him. "You ready for todays treasure hunt?" She smiled bigger nodding eagerly." We're looking for munchies." She jumped up throwing her fist in the air.

Veronica walked into the kitchen, fresh, clean, and free from the dream of earlier. She wore only a casual outfit of jeans and camisole top. No need to dress up if she had the evening off. She brewed a pot of extremely strong coffee and ate a slice of dry toast as she waited. She never was a huge breakfast eater. She saw an open box of cereal with loose cereal pieces on the counter. She rolled her eyes as she cleaned up the mess and put the box away. The open box was one of her biggest pet peeves.

"So. How are we going to get back to the village?" I said, more to myself than anyone. Mikasa continued to stand outside the ice cave, while I paced around and Eren hopped

“Why are you idling? There are chores.” She appeared at the corner of the hut; his little

Kit was sitting with one knee up and one knee hanging out of her office chair as she sketched his sleeping form, lightly. She did this most nights when she couldn't sleep. She liked when she had a gorgeous, naked model in her bed. His graceful bones shifted as he moved his shoulder and hummed. He did that a lot when he slept. He hummed. A cool breeze flooded the room and seeped into the warm spring night. The inky darkness and the calm silence helping Kit draw.

Sonny reached for the plates, and then set them near the stove, to which you dished out servings of the meal. The two of you sat at a simple dining table, bringing the scent of the food with you.

"I gotta go to class, the bell's about to ring. Sit with me during lunch?" Amelia said, grinning.

"Well, perfect family with a disturbed demon child. I want to see my room." I said and sat on the steps.

"I'm not sure. Rest of Spring Break into summer," Fortune said. "I brought groceries for up there and found some boxes for you and the other to pack any books, art supplies -"