Red Tree Descriptive Writing

Nestled snuggly into the Blue Ridge Mountains was Ridgecrest, North Carolina. Getting there was no joke seeing as the ears popped every five minutes, but the scenery was beautiful.

When we went inside the spiral white wood staircase had fool’s gold railing. In the kitchen there was a table with 4 twine wrapped legs, and a wood stove with a chimney. In the living room there was 3 small chair couches and another chimney but this time with a fireplace. When we went upstairs there were 2 bedrooms, another living room with 4 couches this time and another fireplace. In my bedroom there was a big dresser with plenty of space, and there was a window, with a window screen, and glass! The bed was big and luxurious. And John’s bed was smaller but luxurious. His room was pretty much like mine, except mine had a fireplace with a chimney.

The kitchen was quiet as he opened the door. Through the glass window near the sink, he could see the sun was just starting to rise from behind the once dark horizon. A rooster crowed from outside, signaling the start of the day. A fresh, cool breeze floated in through the open window. On the table was a very small dark wooden bed which had a small heart craved into the centerpiece. It also had a small white mattress, a red and blue sheets, and a beautiful down quilt.

We still aren’t allowed to celebrate Christmas. Instead we must dance and sing for the master and mistress. Master bashed me with his bare fists that day, because I lost his baby that would have got him so much money that he needed. I was near death but I pulled through, I was hoping to die. I have nothing to live for and now that Solomon is gone I must figure something out on my own to get me out of this cruel world. I have no purpose; I had the rope with the noose tied in it underneath the thin sheet I sleep upon. I had the guts to go ahead with the plans of suicide. I was laying in silence on the scraps of sheet I had been provided with and since it’s a full moon tonight I am going to hang myself from the large oak tree outside in the moonlight. I like looking at all the faces in the moon, it’s the only thing that can stop me thinking about all the trauma in my

The Next day, we went down stairs to see our gifts. But when we sew the tree their wor few gifts that santa had left. Then, from the dining room we heard “HO HO HO” as santa walked in to give us the rest of our gifts.

As part of the Education Amendments of 1972, Title lX states that, “No person in the United States shall, on the basis of sex, be excluded from participation in, be denied the benefits of, or be subjected to discrimination under any education program or activity receiving Federal financial assistance.” This act has been one the most controversial and most scrutinized amendments to be passed in years and it has never been re-evaluated. It has done a lot during its years by increasing womens sports at all levels and even decreasing mens sports at mainly the collegiate level. In this paper I will discuss the ways that it has a positive and negative effects as well as how it should be re-evaluated and how social levels and demographics effect

The Call of the Wild, written by Jack London, depicts a dog named Buck being forced into the wild and adapting in order to survive. At first, Buck was more domestic than primitive, but as time passed, Buck was beginning to become one with his primitive side. The Call of the Wild shows that nature will ultimately rule over civilization because Buck had to adapt in order to survive, the call was too strong, and so Buck’s natural, primitive side was overpowering his civilized side, and it was Buck’s fate to join the wild.

If he was lucky, this would be his final morning in this bed and this cottage. A sense of nostalgia flowed through him, as did the years of fine memories: Yule celebrations, raucous suppers, the excitement the accompanied the arrival of each new sibling, and the love and support that had always been present, even during the difficult times. It would be strange to wake up in the castle each morning, a man, on his own, but he was ready, even though the sting of missing his family was present. However, they’d be right down the lane, so he could visit whenever he

While past Christmas gatherings were full of joy, this time bittersweet feelings hung heavy. Several relatives drove down from northern California, so I was able to meet family members whom I had either never met or had not seen in years. Seeing Grandmama weak in bed, straining to speak, wrenched my heart. However, I had the opportunity to spend time with my relatives throughout the evening. Despite difficulties, my family came together and celebrated what mattered with Grandmama for the last time.

The darkness is slowly scaring me making me feel overwhelmed. I can’t see anything. I feel suffocated and musty with all these boxes stocked next to me and on top of me. I’ve been here for so long and I feel so hopeless and useless. Then suddenly a bright light shines on me and I finally feel free from this very comfortless home. I wish someone would open this lid on top of me so I can breath in fresh air. But here I am staying strong and just patiently waiting. Then suddenly, I am lifted, opened, and place on top of a flat surface. I feel so nervous. I am hearing human voices. My wish is granted. It is my time, and I am free!

I the proceed to sit down on the worn leather couch. I made sure to sit on the left side, Markus always sat on the right side. I brought the tea up to my lips, the heat flowed through my bones. I gazed at the pictures of me and Markus on the walls. I see our wedding picture from when we were both young, pictures of us dancing and laughing. My desk had piles of cards on it that he wrote to me while he was in the field. There was an unopened one sitting on top. It said “Happy Birthday Darling” on the envelope. I couldn’t bring myself to open it, for it had arrived after his

As my family and I walked outside to get into the car, I gulped a fresh breath of outdoors, I could taste the pine trees on my tongue causing my mouth to overflow with saliva. Exhaling I cherished how proud I was of Evie make this big step and accepting Christ.

A morbid melancholy stole over me. Anxiety gnawed at my heart. I was a living corpse. There was a feeling of chill in the air every day as I felt. I faked illness so as not to go to school. Despair hangs heavy in the stifling air. It was a dreary day for me , cold and without sunshine. I dread people and always avoid people. The door was locked from the inside. A cold grey light crept under the curtains. The windows were secured with locks and bars. The room felt cold and sterile.The flowers faded for want of water. A single lamp was suspended from the ceiling. The clock ticked louder and louder in a quiet room. I regarded the room as a refuge from the outside

Growing up I have tender memories of watching the majestic oak tree go thru numerous seasons. Each change of time brought on another milestone in my life. Climbing the branches I learned so much about life and myself. Looking down from the tree I learned more about others then I would being stuck on the ground alone. At the age of 5, I can fondly remember my step father building a tree house in that oak tree and attaching a rope swing. The addition of the treehouse brought a new love into my life, but it never took away love of my tree.

The room is dark for there is no light shining through the window next to the drawer like any other day. A folded paper in the bucket is settled next the drawer, that always have been cleaned, but not this time when I looked. I can smell the fresh tea where it is sitting on top of the night stand. I am sitting in a chair next to my parent’s bed with my ill mother laying on top of her bed.