The Ancient Forest...

Everybody else is doing it so... This is my setting description. Hope you like it.


The group of excitement-seekers saw a small stream snake along. Just beyond it, a vast, dark, overgrown forest, full of undergrowth and mist, loomed. The road cut straight into it, seeming to fade away a few yards in. The trees on either side of the trail-entrance looked not like a gateway, as some would expect, but more like two silent watchers, waiting for the adventurers to walk between them so they could sound the alarm. When they walked in, all sound was cut off; even the flowing of the stream just beyond the border. There were no birds singing, no insects buzzing, no animals braying, barking, or calling, and no sound of their own footfalls on the fallen leaves of autumns past. The air was so close that it was hard to move; the trees so close it was impossible to see more than a few yards ahead. Anything could creep up on them without them hearing or seeing. There was no use speaking, because it was strangely muffled, and even if someone heard, what could be said in this evil place? The air they breathed in smelled like any other oak-wood in its waning: the damp of the soil, the bark on the trees, the decaying leaves on the ground. But the taste of the air was different, it was a bad flavor, which can’t be described, and could only be understood if you could get to that woodland, not that you would want to.

Black Curly-Fries

Here is my descriptive essay!:

I arrived late. The entertainment had already begun. Standing behind an elated crowd, I viewed his body begin transportation. Left to right, sky driven then at risk of being dropped; hands grasped his limbs as he was passed through and above the crowd. Shouts blared through the microphone in his hand. In this single moment the connection to this group was more important than his performance. Or maybe the connection was a part of the performance. Soaked from the sweltering heat of the night, he dripped. His hair, which was of likeness with black curly-fries, reflected the rose colored lightning that was shining from the stage. The cotton of his shirt had been dyed the color of a street cleaner’s vest, his khaki slacks rolled up beneath his knees. He was dark, his skin the color of a muddy stream, like that of the Indians. There was not a lady in sight… that would break the hindrances of this culture. These men devotedly loved their chosen leader. When he sang, or in their sight even spoke, his voice was that of an angel. Not resembled, but was. The beat of the snare was hypnotizing, and I was prompted to ponder what would become of these men.

Winter's Widow

If you pass the mountains and walk through the trees, you'll find a worn lady all bundled-up sipping a cup of coffee on her porch in the mist of the cold winter morning. She admires the golden horizon as the morning sun surges its way over the snow covered mountain tops. Gaze into her eyes and you will find that she's obtained much strength, wisdom, and patience over the years along with caring and grace. Her eyes are that of a gray tint with wrinkles to encase it. The winter cold has kissed the gentle woman's round but tender and wrinkled face, making it a red-purple blend. She has a rounded nose that can smell the crisp winter air and, of course, her warm coffee. The woman’s frigid ears and grayed hair are tucked away under her toasty brown hat. The divine lady has a combination of knit and wool clothing which climbs all the way up her neck to keep her warm. With lips full and creased, she grins ever so slightly as she ponders through years past. She chuckles at all the good times and even finds herself smiling at the difficult ones. Behind her smile lies the good jokes and laughs she’s shared with good friends. With the sun shimmering off her face, she yet again sits alone with her half empty coffee cup and all her life's memories to contemplate.

Apple and Cheese

The giggles floated through the car and reached my ears. I looked back to see a beaming Mara. Her fiery hair was pulled off her pearl-like face with two ladybug barrettes. Mara's twinkling eyes were fixed on her sister's red, juicy apple that she was holding absentmindedly.

Mara's sister, Bella, was quietly reading her new book ," I Like Cheese". Her wavy, red hair was hung over her face like a curtain. She was just about to finish her book when she suddenly remembered her shiny, red apple that she had saved from lunch. Bella put the apple up to her ready mouth. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to take a bite. But instead of tasting the apple she had gotten a knuckle sandwich. She frantically scanned the floor of the car for her apple. Then another round of laughter ricocheted off the walls of the car.

Bella slowly looked up and saw that Mara had pilfered the prized pomme. Bella's arms were quick but Mara's mouth was faster. Mara brought the apple up to her mouth and sliced through it with her tiny teeth.
Bella cried, aww....., in defeat. But then to Bella's surprise Mara then replied in a cheerful shout,

"I'LL SHARE WITH YOU"!

Sharp Eye

Well, oops. THAT'S why the title looked so weird in the paragraph! Cause I put it in the wrong place! Well, the title is SHARP EYE. Did everybody get that? Good. Just look below.

Okay, sorry guys...but I couldn't find this picture on my computer....SO, I had to take a picture of it with my web cam, and...well, it's a long story. Ask me in class. Here goes!

Sharp Eye

There I was with my young master. Of course, she was but only an ignorant child, and yet, still my best friend. We were resting in the grass on a quite peaceful afternoon. I was given instructions to watch her like a hawk. I knew my job. I had served as the family guard dog for almost 10 years now. I knew my place, and I loved it. My young master watched me with wondering eyes, absolutely curious about the world we were in. Her short blonde hair was blowing in the wind, and she was smiling. I laughed to myself as I thought about how naive and content she was by her surroundings. After all, we were in the meadow, and it just felt timeless with the big sky above us, and the cool autumn grass beneath us. It felt so good. Suddenly, I pricked up my ears. Had something just moved? That's odd. I had never smelled that before...what was that? There it was again. Obviously my master did not sense it. She was rolling in the grass and laughing. A slow feeling of defense and responsibility grew inside me. I couldn't think about anything but that thing. My mind was fully alert, and my only intent was to protect the child. I saw a quick movement in the brush ahead of us. I had to act fast. I quickly stood up, and the child said something to me that I did not understand. It was not one of my commands that I knew so well. Something was different about her voice. Suddenly, my once joyful master started to cry. She finally saw whatever it was. She looked up at me with no longer amazed eyes. What I saw in her young eyes was fear. My old nose was worn, and I couldn't smell as good as I once was able to. But my heart told me something was not right. My biggest instinct fell over my entire body. I grabbed the child by the back of her shirt and ran. I did not dare look back. I just looked onward.

Young Love

I walked casually through Times Square, minding my own business. It was not the hundreds of people surrounding me crowding the streets that caught my eye, but instead two people that were not even part of the chaotic, crazed scene. I came to a stand-still, allowing them to steal my focus.

It was a boy and girl in their teens, sitting on a ledge next to a big column in the plaza. They seemed to be only focused on each other, like they did not even care about the busy hordes of people surrounding them. They looked happy, and loving. The girl sat on the boy’s left, her right leg across his lap and her other leg resting on the ground. Her arm was around his waist, and her stance expressed that she was at ease, and content. Curiosity filled her eyes, as if she wanted to know more about how he felt or what exactly to do in that moment; but she also remained cautious. She looked to be enthralled and sometimes giddy, as a girl who is in love would be.

The boy sat with his arms over her leg that rested upon him, surrounding her as he showed that he was truly protective of her, but lovingly protective. He was careful with his movements, and gentle with her. His warm smile was welcoming, and affectionate. As he gazed at her, entranced, I could tell that he wanted time to stop so that the moment could last.

Both were mesmerized and passionate, and both caring for one another. Words cannot explain the way they looked at each other. I couldn’t seem to stop watching the two of them. How committed for the moment they were…how relaxed, and in love…made me ache for someone to feel that way about me. Because even though they were young, and still had so many decisions they would have to face later in life, I could sense that they both adored each other; and that they were both willing to make sacrifices for one another. I don’t know how long they’d known each other, but it didn’t seem to matter. What mattered was that they were deeply in love, and it put a smile on my face and gave me an understanding of which I had not yet been capable.

I continued on, finally. But I would never forget what I had seen in the plaza that day…and I’d wait for that sort of thing to happen to me. Because now…I really know that such a love exists.