Descriptive writing
So I'm going through all my old papers trying to find something as a
substitute to writing an essay for Comp 3. I come upon all
ymdescriptive writing stuff.
I'm surprised Jean ever forgave me.
Dear George,
How come you feel so strongly that abortion should be illegal. I’ve gone over the possibilities in my head, and I can think of no argument that is substantial enough to hold up in support of pro-life arguments.
Should the baby live should not be up to us as a society; society should not, and for the most part does not tell people what to do. Why does this trend end in the case of abortion.
How can you feel that the baby should live. and don’t give me any of that bible B.S. God didn’t mean for the baby to be. If he had meant for the baby to exist, he wouldn’t have given us free will (and with that the ability to choose over abortion issues). So clearly it is not in the best interest nor in the will of god to go around parading in his name that women should suffer the sufferings of childbirth and the emotional scars of raising or parting with that child because the big guy said so.
It’s not murder. Under no circumstance can abortion be considered murder. Not only does the act not involve a bludgeon, but there is no life that is taken.
Life is defined as the ability to live by yourself, independent. An embryo does not meet these standards. Embryos are not alive. They depend on the host for their food, water, protection, and overall nourishment. So if that’s murder, then how come whenever someone is kicked in the testes, they can’t press charges as mass murder? Millions of potential lives, gone in the swing of a foot. Hmm.
--Michael Jackson
Yoyoyo Mike,
That’s how black people talk, right? I read up on you. It turns out you punk ass is black. I knew it. Your language isn’t that different from the usual butchering of the English language with my drawl, not to mention the fact that I never went to college. Fo sho.
You want to know what’s down wit’ me and my abortion ideas? I’ll tell you. It’s the last form of control we have over our women.
Women are lesser creatures. Hell, I beat my wife regularly, but that’s just between you and me. If people knew they’d turn the cheek on me, fo schizzo. It seems that it’s gotten to the point where women have been given rights (I don’t know, I’ve been napping for the last twenty years). That’s just wrong, man. You can’t just giveb the specifications of citizenship to just anyone. Fo sho. I hear black people like that term. I hate black people. But you being Ok, what wit you technically being a cracker like me.
But why y’all gotta be so hot about it. Just back up off my grill, dawg. It’s none of yours. I do what I do. You do to. But it’s not like I killed anyone. Everyone’s allowed to have different points of views right. Well, I’ll change that. and I’ll start by making abortion illegal.
You know too much. I’m gonna have to frame you for something. Children. Yes that’s it. Say goodbye to the free world, cause you be going away for a long long time. When yo’ out, the free world’ll be gone, baby.
Sincerely,
George ‘The claw’ W. Bush
If I approach you at the airport, how will I know who you are?
1) I will be the last man standing.
Write something beginning with “I woke up” in the third person.
2) Sage woke up. It was a normal day; one where moonlight shone in through the window, revealing the clock on the shelf which read 4:37. It also illuminated the ninja.
Sage woke up again in a cold sweat. 7:20. He dashed through the shower and swallowed his breakfast. He couldn’t be late for Seminar.
His parents, not grasping the gravity of the situation, took their time. He had no choice but to grab his father and the keys and jump into the car and drive the five miles to school himself.
Describe the conditions in which your time capsule is found
3) 2080: after the radioactive ant people take over the world, the FBIS, Oil emirate division, discovered in one of the craters (made possible by the depletion of the earth’s upper atmosphere) a time capsule of an unidentified Sage R. Bilderback. The most shocking of the items contained within was what appeared to be an air-triggered bomb, but was later identified as an enlarged milk dud.
The time capsule reconstructed an interesting view of early twenty-first century life. Inside the time capsule were numerous items that included a Korn CD (follow the leader), which was widely hailed by all to be the best CD ever, and Thanksgiving was turned into Korn Day; a snickers bar; ‘the Matrix’ (too bad there were no surviving DVD players); a personals add (see exhibit 6); a comic strip (see exhibit 4) and a book entitled How to defeat the ant people.
Write your obituary.
4) Later investigation on the time capsule revealed that Sage R. Bilderback died on December 12, 2023 (What is now Sage Day). All records of him were burned in the fire that consumed most of the world, save this one: his obituary, which was fortunately carved into stone.
Sage Bilderback died last Tuesday. He left no heirs, as they flung themselves into the fire after him, as was the tradition. What the 37-year-old did leave was a mark on the world that will never disappear. Sage, movie producer, author, nuclear physicist, Nobel Peace Prize winner, war hero, and syndicated comic artist was stabbed by furious Roman Senators, before their final squelching.
Sage was what the nation needed to defeat the ant people for the first time. He saved millions of lives single handedly against the Evil Roman Empire (resurrected in 2013). Most importantly, however he directed movies, including ‘Pokemon 6: Judgment Day‘, ‘Tremors 4:Back to Perfection 2: The Return’ (which he also co-wrote), ‘Freddy vs. Jason vs. Chucky vs. Ash vs. Michael Myers vs. Alien vs. Predator vs. Pinhead vs. Creeper vs. Leatherface‘, ‘I know what your mother did last night’, ‘A whole bunch of people die and stuff explodes’, and ‘The Navidson Record.’
You will be missed.
Write a personals ad
5) SCM seeking Rich F NS w/big T. Must own private Yacht and know KS. Bring Pizza.
It was cold. Not cold like it was in Anchorage that cursed November. The wind chill factor didn’t even matter at this point, which was good because any device that could have calculated how fast the wind went whipping by would have been swept almost 6 miles away, along with whoever held it. that’s a long way to fall.
“So let me get this straight,” asked Jenny. “I’m just supposed to jump off--”
“Fall off” corrected Steve.
“Whatever. So I’m supposed to fall off, group up with the other five, and then pull the strap at _____ feet, and just touch down?”
“Yeah. That’s pretty much all there is to it.” Said Steve. Jenny caught him looking hesitantly toward the rest of the team. The ones sitting down had all done it before, but nobody shared as much enthusiasm as he did. That’s why he was the leader.
Jenny paused. “You’re Insane.”
“Well, you’re up here, aren’t you?” Steve shot back. A slight pause, and then “This is your first time, isn’t it.”
Jenny couldn’t even see out the back of the Jet, which had just opened. She figured it’d be better that way because it’d be harder to back out. She was thinking about backing out anyway.
“Alright let’s go. We’ve reached 30,000.” Shouted Steve. Everybody put on the last of their gear, some even just now putting on the goggles. Nobody else seemed to be afraid. Jenny caved in.
They lined up and jumped out one by one. No one could hesitate, because if they were late the person before them could be 1000 feet down. That’s why Steve put Jenny first.
This isn’t so bad, thought Jenny. Actually, she found it incredibly exhilarating. She looked over and saw who she thought to be Jeff pass her. Pass her?! They were supposed to meet up with her and do a sort of sky hug as soon as they could! Then the other’s came passing by as well.
Steve came down last and grabbed on to Jenny as he did, bringing her down to the rest of the crew. They made a ring out of their bodies, as he had instructed. Jenny tried to shout something to him, but he didn’t seem to hear. Actually, he didn’t hear because of the rate at which they were falling.
They broke off for the last phase, the pull phase. At an appropriate distance Jenny was to pull the strap that released her parachute. So she pulled it. And she pulled it. And she pulled it again. She screamed over to Jeff, but he was far above her, having already pulled his cord.
Her altimeter read 1000 feet. She didn’t know that. The numbers were blurs. Everything started to go black, but stopped. She was still falling.
500 feet. clawed at her backpack, trying to tear it open.
350 feet. She spread out her arms and flailed.
175 feet. She had torn off a tiny section
100 feet. She came down to meet the earth.
75 feet. The earth ran up to meet her.
50 feet. It came open, but she knew it was not enough to slow her descent
She didn’t know how she had enough time, but she managed to cover her eyes for the impact.
At that precise moment, halfway across the world an Austrian Scientist discovered the link between space and time and through that knowledge accidentally created a disruption in the space-time continuum at the exact coordinates that Jenny was; she was transported to an alternate universe where the laws of physics and the laws of the Universe don’t apply, a world where she landed safely and Jean gave me an A.
Jim saw him, struggling to reach shore, the water lapping over his head. Yet the figure didn’t give up. It came back to the surface, jumping and grabbing for anything. Even the insects buzzing in the air seemed to fill it with hope, and he grabbed for them desperately with his mouth.
Jim just didn’t understand what was happening. He was to preoccupied by other thoughts, such as what to get his son for his birthday and how to survive the company lay-offs. It was quite a while (in life threatening circumstances, that is) before the gravity of the situation came to him. He stood there motionless.
Jim didn’t understand why he was just standing there, passing up the opportunity. He could be a hero. A hero! Just think, he could be idolized by his son, Mike. But only if he acted.
He took off his shirt and threw it against the giant oak that brimmed the river. Then he jumped in.
He swam toward the squirming entity in the water and cried out for it. It turned around, and it seemed that it tried to swim toward Jim, but he was powerless against the perilous current.
Jim reached out and grabbed a hold of the figure, but he slipped out of his hands. Another attempt saw the same. The third endeavor, however, met with success.
Careful to keep the figure from overpowering himself, Jim maintained his grasp on the entity until he reached shore. He tossed the figure on the bank with ease, and then climbed up after it.
Then he grabbed it and tossed it into the bowl that shadowed the mighty oak.
“Mike will love this fish”
Sage's story
You ever gone Rabbit hunting?”
Tyee was my like a brother to me. I was in fifth grade, and we had decided to spend our Halloween weekend at their house by McCarthy. My father and I only took up one guest cabin, so they didn’t have a problem with it. We were glad to see each other.
“Once, but I don’t remember it,” I said. I had never actually shot at a rabbit before, but I didn’t want Tyee to know that.
“Come on, I’ll take you,” Tyee beckoned
“Right now?” I asked.
“Sure, why not.”
And that’s how it started. Tyee grabbed a .22 rifle off the shelf, helped me put on my snow gear, and ran outside. It was really white. It snows a lot more there then it did in Anchorage. That’s why we were still there: the horrible road named McCarthy had been snowed in, and while it was easily traversed by the vehicles of those who lived out there, it wasn’t for our crappy Aerostar.
The .22 is one of those guns that makes it pretty hard to miss unintentionally; you just point the gun in the direction you think you heard a rabbit and let loose and you hit it. That’s probably why I got the hare within the first 4 minutes of the trek.
I didn’t feel bad. It was just a rabbit. It wasn’t a creature. It was food.
That’s when Tyee told me to carry it on the way back. It was so soft. The only thing stopping me from petting and caressing it was the simple fact that it was dead.
I’ve always wanted a pet, and in fact had trapped a vole while I was out there, but Tyee’s brother released it. I began to wish I hadn’t shot that rabbit.
After a little ways Tyee stopped me.
“Give me the rabbit.”
I gave it to him.
He pulled out a knife and made a small insertion in the hare’s back. I was used to that: in addition to gutting fish I had also witnessed on numerous occasions the skinning of deer my father had killed. But I was totally unprepared for what happened next.
He reached back and tore off the hare’s skin with his bare hands.
I cried.
Tyee's story
I was glad my brother had come to visit us. I could finally teach him to hunt rabbits. I know he’d hunted them before, but I was there, and I barely remember it. He was two years younger than me. There’s no way he’d remember.
“Hey, you ever gone rabbit hunting?” I asked.
“Once, but I hardly remember it,” Sage replied.
I paused for a second.
“Come on, let’s go.”
“Right now?”
“Sure, why not”
There were an unusual amount of rabbits out, but Sage had the shotgun, and I really wanted him to spot them himself. I’d already seen eight.
“Over there,” I whispered.
“Shh, I know,” he responded, his hunter instincts already taken over. A beat, and then BANG one less hare.
I also wanted to show him the Teepees my brother and I had made, so I told him to carry the rabbit back, which he seemed to have no problem doing.
We passed the Teepees, which he didn’t seem to be impressed by, telling me about the quinsies he’d made in Anchorage. I decided to build one with him the next day.
We’re almost back at camp, and I wanted to skin it before it rotted.
“Give me the rabbit,” I directed.
I’ve killed tons of rabbits before, and was used to doing the routine skinning I now performed. I put the knife to the hare’s back and made a small incision. Then I ripped off all its skin with my hands.
Sage started to cry.
Wimp.
I'm surprised Jean ever forgave me.
Dear George,
How come you feel so strongly that abortion should be illegal. I’ve gone over the possibilities in my head, and I can think of no argument that is substantial enough to hold up in support of pro-life arguments.
Should the baby live should not be up to us as a society; society should not, and for the most part does not tell people what to do. Why does this trend end in the case of abortion.
How can you feel that the baby should live. and don’t give me any of that bible B.S. God didn’t mean for the baby to be. If he had meant for the baby to exist, he wouldn’t have given us free will (and with that the ability to choose over abortion issues). So clearly it is not in the best interest nor in the will of god to go around parading in his name that women should suffer the sufferings of childbirth and the emotional scars of raising or parting with that child because the big guy said so.
It’s not murder. Under no circumstance can abortion be considered murder. Not only does the act not involve a bludgeon, but there is no life that is taken.
Life is defined as the ability to live by yourself, independent. An embryo does not meet these standards. Embryos are not alive. They depend on the host for their food, water, protection, and overall nourishment. So if that’s murder, then how come whenever someone is kicked in the testes, they can’t press charges as mass murder? Millions of potential lives, gone in the swing of a foot. Hmm.
--Michael Jackson
Yoyoyo Mike,
That’s how black people talk, right? I read up on you. It turns out you punk ass is black. I knew it. Your language isn’t that different from the usual butchering of the English language with my drawl, not to mention the fact that I never went to college. Fo sho.
You want to know what’s down wit’ me and my abortion ideas? I’ll tell you. It’s the last form of control we have over our women.
Women are lesser creatures. Hell, I beat my wife regularly, but that’s just between you and me. If people knew they’d turn the cheek on me, fo schizzo. It seems that it’s gotten to the point where women have been given rights (I don’t know, I’ve been napping for the last twenty years). That’s just wrong, man. You can’t just giveb the specifications of citizenship to just anyone. Fo sho. I hear black people like that term. I hate black people. But you being Ok, what wit you technically being a cracker like me.
But why y’all gotta be so hot about it. Just back up off my grill, dawg. It’s none of yours. I do what I do. You do to. But it’s not like I killed anyone. Everyone’s allowed to have different points of views right. Well, I’ll change that. and I’ll start by making abortion illegal.
You know too much. I’m gonna have to frame you for something. Children. Yes that’s it. Say goodbye to the free world, cause you be going away for a long long time. When yo’ out, the free world’ll be gone, baby.
Sincerely,
George ‘The claw’ W. Bush
If I approach you at the airport, how will I know who you are?
1) I will be the last man standing.
Write something beginning with “I woke up” in the third person.
2) Sage woke up. It was a normal day; one where moonlight shone in through the window, revealing the clock on the shelf which read 4:37. It also illuminated the ninja.
Sage woke up again in a cold sweat. 7:20. He dashed through the shower and swallowed his breakfast. He couldn’t be late for Seminar.
His parents, not grasping the gravity of the situation, took their time. He had no choice but to grab his father and the keys and jump into the car and drive the five miles to school himself.
Describe the conditions in which your time capsule is found
3) 2080: after the radioactive ant people take over the world, the FBIS, Oil emirate division, discovered in one of the craters (made possible by the depletion of the earth’s upper atmosphere) a time capsule of an unidentified Sage R. Bilderback. The most shocking of the items contained within was what appeared to be an air-triggered bomb, but was later identified as an enlarged milk dud.
The time capsule reconstructed an interesting view of early twenty-first century life. Inside the time capsule were numerous items that included a Korn CD (follow the leader), which was widely hailed by all to be the best CD ever, and Thanksgiving was turned into Korn Day; a snickers bar; ‘the Matrix’ (too bad there were no surviving DVD players); a personals add (see exhibit 6); a comic strip (see exhibit 4) and a book entitled How to defeat the ant people.
Write your obituary.
4) Later investigation on the time capsule revealed that Sage R. Bilderback died on December 12, 2023 (What is now Sage Day). All records of him were burned in the fire that consumed most of the world, save this one: his obituary, which was fortunately carved into stone.
Sage Bilderback died last Tuesday. He left no heirs, as they flung themselves into the fire after him, as was the tradition. What the 37-year-old did leave was a mark on the world that will never disappear. Sage, movie producer, author, nuclear physicist, Nobel Peace Prize winner, war hero, and syndicated comic artist was stabbed by furious Roman Senators, before their final squelching.
Sage was what the nation needed to defeat the ant people for the first time. He saved millions of lives single handedly against the Evil Roman Empire (resurrected in 2013). Most importantly, however he directed movies, including ‘Pokemon 6: Judgment Day‘, ‘Tremors 4:Back to Perfection 2: The Return’ (which he also co-wrote), ‘Freddy vs. Jason vs. Chucky vs. Ash vs. Michael Myers vs. Alien vs. Predator vs. Pinhead vs. Creeper vs. Leatherface‘, ‘I know what your mother did last night’, ‘A whole bunch of people die and stuff explodes’, and ‘The Navidson Record.’
You will be missed.
Write a personals ad
5) SCM seeking Rich F NS w/big T. Must own private Yacht and know KS. Bring Pizza.
It was cold. Not cold like it was in Anchorage that cursed November. The wind chill factor didn’t even matter at this point, which was good because any device that could have calculated how fast the wind went whipping by would have been swept almost 6 miles away, along with whoever held it. that’s a long way to fall.
“So let me get this straight,” asked Jenny. “I’m just supposed to jump off--”
“Fall off” corrected Steve.
“Whatever. So I’m supposed to fall off, group up with the other five, and then pull the strap at _____ feet, and just touch down?”
“Yeah. That’s pretty much all there is to it.” Said Steve. Jenny caught him looking hesitantly toward the rest of the team. The ones sitting down had all done it before, but nobody shared as much enthusiasm as he did. That’s why he was the leader.
Jenny paused. “You’re Insane.”
“Well, you’re up here, aren’t you?” Steve shot back. A slight pause, and then “This is your first time, isn’t it.”
Jenny couldn’t even see out the back of the Jet, which had just opened. She figured it’d be better that way because it’d be harder to back out. She was thinking about backing out anyway.
“Alright let’s go. We’ve reached 30,000.” Shouted Steve. Everybody put on the last of their gear, some even just now putting on the goggles. Nobody else seemed to be afraid. Jenny caved in.
They lined up and jumped out one by one. No one could hesitate, because if they were late the person before them could be 1000 feet down. That’s why Steve put Jenny first.
This isn’t so bad, thought Jenny. Actually, she found it incredibly exhilarating. She looked over and saw who she thought to be Jeff pass her. Pass her?! They were supposed to meet up with her and do a sort of sky hug as soon as they could! Then the other’s came passing by as well.
Steve came down last and grabbed on to Jenny as he did, bringing her down to the rest of the crew. They made a ring out of their bodies, as he had instructed. Jenny tried to shout something to him, but he didn’t seem to hear. Actually, he didn’t hear because of the rate at which they were falling.
They broke off for the last phase, the pull phase. At an appropriate distance Jenny was to pull the strap that released her parachute. So she pulled it. And she pulled it. And she pulled it again. She screamed over to Jeff, but he was far above her, having already pulled his cord.
Her altimeter read 1000 feet. She didn’t know that. The numbers were blurs. Everything started to go black, but stopped. She was still falling.
500 feet. clawed at her backpack, trying to tear it open.
350 feet. She spread out her arms and flailed.
175 feet. She had torn off a tiny section
100 feet. She came down to meet the earth.
75 feet. The earth ran up to meet her.
50 feet. It came open, but she knew it was not enough to slow her descent
She didn’t know how she had enough time, but she managed to cover her eyes for the impact.
At that precise moment, halfway across the world an Austrian Scientist discovered the link between space and time and through that knowledge accidentally created a disruption in the space-time continuum at the exact coordinates that Jenny was; she was transported to an alternate universe where the laws of physics and the laws of the Universe don’t apply, a world where she landed safely and Jean gave me an A.
Jim saw him, struggling to reach shore, the water lapping over his head. Yet the figure didn’t give up. It came back to the surface, jumping and grabbing for anything. Even the insects buzzing in the air seemed to fill it with hope, and he grabbed for them desperately with his mouth.
Jim just didn’t understand what was happening. He was to preoccupied by other thoughts, such as what to get his son for his birthday and how to survive the company lay-offs. It was quite a while (in life threatening circumstances, that is) before the gravity of the situation came to him. He stood there motionless.
Jim didn’t understand why he was just standing there, passing up the opportunity. He could be a hero. A hero! Just think, he could be idolized by his son, Mike. But only if he acted.
He took off his shirt and threw it against the giant oak that brimmed the river. Then he jumped in.
He swam toward the squirming entity in the water and cried out for it. It turned around, and it seemed that it tried to swim toward Jim, but he was powerless against the perilous current.
Jim reached out and grabbed a hold of the figure, but he slipped out of his hands. Another attempt saw the same. The third endeavor, however, met with success.
Careful to keep the figure from overpowering himself, Jim maintained his grasp on the entity until he reached shore. He tossed the figure on the bank with ease, and then climbed up after it.
Then he grabbed it and tossed it into the bowl that shadowed the mighty oak.
“Mike will love this fish”
Sage's story
You ever gone Rabbit hunting?”
Tyee was my like a brother to me. I was in fifth grade, and we had decided to spend our Halloween weekend at their house by McCarthy. My father and I only took up one guest cabin, so they didn’t have a problem with it. We were glad to see each other.
“Once, but I don’t remember it,” I said. I had never actually shot at a rabbit before, but I didn’t want Tyee to know that.
“Come on, I’ll take you,” Tyee beckoned
“Right now?” I asked.
“Sure, why not.”
And that’s how it started. Tyee grabbed a .22 rifle off the shelf, helped me put on my snow gear, and ran outside. It was really white. It snows a lot more there then it did in Anchorage. That’s why we were still there: the horrible road named McCarthy had been snowed in, and while it was easily traversed by the vehicles of those who lived out there, it wasn’t for our crappy Aerostar.
The .22 is one of those guns that makes it pretty hard to miss unintentionally; you just point the gun in the direction you think you heard a rabbit and let loose and you hit it. That’s probably why I got the hare within the first 4 minutes of the trek.
I didn’t feel bad. It was just a rabbit. It wasn’t a creature. It was food.
That’s when Tyee told me to carry it on the way back. It was so soft. The only thing stopping me from petting and caressing it was the simple fact that it was dead.
I’ve always wanted a pet, and in fact had trapped a vole while I was out there, but Tyee’s brother released it. I began to wish I hadn’t shot that rabbit.
After a little ways Tyee stopped me.
“Give me the rabbit.”
I gave it to him.
He pulled out a knife and made a small insertion in the hare’s back. I was used to that: in addition to gutting fish I had also witnessed on numerous occasions the skinning of deer my father had killed. But I was totally unprepared for what happened next.
He reached back and tore off the hare’s skin with his bare hands.
I cried.
Tyee's story
I was glad my brother had come to visit us. I could finally teach him to hunt rabbits. I know he’d hunted them before, but I was there, and I barely remember it. He was two years younger than me. There’s no way he’d remember.
“Hey, you ever gone rabbit hunting?” I asked.
“Once, but I hardly remember it,” Sage replied.
I paused for a second.
“Come on, let’s go.”
“Right now?”
“Sure, why not”
There were an unusual amount of rabbits out, but Sage had the shotgun, and I really wanted him to spot them himself. I’d already seen eight.
“Over there,” I whispered.
“Shh, I know,” he responded, his hunter instincts already taken over. A beat, and then BANG one less hare.
I also wanted to show him the Teepees my brother and I had made, so I told him to carry the rabbit back, which he seemed to have no problem doing.
We passed the Teepees, which he didn’t seem to be impressed by, telling me about the quinsies he’d made in Anchorage. I decided to build one with him the next day.
We’re almost back at camp, and I wanted to skin it before it rotted.
“Give me the rabbit,” I directed.
I’ve killed tons of rabbits before, and was used to doing the routine skinning I now performed. I put the knife to the hare’s back and made a small incision. Then I ripped off all its skin with my hands.
Sage started to cry.
Wimp.