Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

It was Halloween and I was so excited to go trick or treating. I was going as a ninja. I had a cool plastic carrier that I strapped to my back to carry my plastic Swords and Sais. The rest of my costume was cool as well. It was black with a golden dragon on it. It had a hood with a piece of cloth that covered my mouth so people could only see my eyes. The part that covered my mouth made it look like my mouth was the dragon’s mouth.

Scuffling just out of sight, the creature sniffed the air and reared it 's head. It caught her scent. It 's leathery black skin made it easier to disappear into the shadows of the forest they were in. The people it was hunting had no such talent.

His name was Cwedolscead. He had not chosen the name and he was not aware of who it might have been who gave him the name. But he cursed them to the rankest, most festering depths of hell, which no doubt, was where they resided anyway. The name was not assigned at his birth, when the first haze of his dark nascent energy belched forth from the blackest hearts of humanity, but came later, the word spewing unbidden from the nadir of damnation, floating on the stench of brimstone to swaddle itself around him, as his disparate strands coalesced into a conscious, if formless being.

‘- it was we who did the dispossessing, took traditional lands and destroyed traditional ways of life-’

His palm imprinted through layers of my skirt and lace panties onto my arse cheek.

I can hear the White Rabbit 's watch tocking and ticking yet I don 't see him. He is late again. I might just fire him or water him, however, that phrase goes. I let my devious grin emerge from the dust to see him in the dark dry woods, he doesn 't see me but I see him in his half ironed quarter buttoned shirt. I am not a bad kitty, I simply don’t play nice with the kittens.

“Great. So excited.” I speak my words slowly to emphasize sarcasm. My mom gives me her signature “don’t-give-me-that-attitude-or-there-will-be-consequences” look, one that I have received too many times during our lengthy trip from the Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris.

One day I 'll text u nd ask u "if u wanna come over nd I 'll rent some movies so we can watch" you 'll respond nd say "yes" so I 'll come pick you up nd well go to family video to pick out some movies while we in their you 'll ask me "what kind of movies do I wanna watch" then I 'll say "scary, but it doesn 't matter it 's whatever u wanna watch" so you 'll go back to picking out the movies then we both look up nd noticed a sign that says adult only so well go back their nd see what 's back their we open the door nd it 's a bunch of adult movies so I 'll start to laugh nd say wtf nd you 'll laugh also then we 'll leave the adult room nd back to picking out our movies while still talking about what we just saw ill get real close to you nd

The surrounding area grew darker as I traversed farther into the forest. Erie howls echoed from my destination and they grew slowly closer as I continued on my well traversed route. The woods really were beautiful, with its thick canopy allowing a censored light through the branches. The sounds of nature all around, the rustling of branches and calls of birds. The flowing of a near stream, the crunch of leaves beneath my feet.

chair. I make my way to my room and I grab the picture frame that I placed on my night stand.

“Mother” shouted the wispy young girl, swinging her long blonde braids in the bright sunlight as she shot out of the little stone house with its big windows, “as the sky is so blue today and the water so tempting, please may I go down to the beach whilst you are at work?”

Thud. Slamming my head on the table I aimed yet another piece of crumpled paper towards the bin. Naturally, it misses, adding to the pile of miscellaneous paper waste. A pained sigh escaped my lips as I resigned myself to picking up my pen. Tapping some unknown rhythm on the desk, I tried to make sense of my thoughts. The bite marks on my pen lid pressed hard groves into my tired fingers, a simple reminder of reality. I needed some sort of inspiration. Another drawn out sigh as I decided that I couldn’t bare the table’s mahogany damnation any longer. My chair screeched along the hardwood floor and I clicked my pen to cast it away. A wistful glace to the window told me that the moon was yet to rear its head. It was still safe to go out.

“Goodwill. I actually found it on the floor in a pile of stuff, but… I just had to buy it.

I was used to moving round, having a mother who liked to travel more than making roots was something I had gotten used to. Still, I had never gotten used to the loneliness of an empty house when she was out exploring, or the feeling of leaving behind someone who could have meant something to me.

It was already dark outside after an overtime shift at work, I couldn’t find any ride