DescriptiveEssaySamples

Descriptive:VisittotheDentist'sOffice

Ipushthedooropen.Thebelltinkles,withasoftbutshrillring.Awaveofrubberglovesand
disinfectantmaskedwithcheapairfreshenerwashesoverme.Chairsareclutteredinthewaiting
roomofthedentists.Clustersofmagazineslieonthescratchedwoodofthecoffeetables,shiny
brightplasticscreamingoutlogosandslogans.AlittlewayforwardfromwhereIstandisadesk.
Asmilingreceptionistsitsthere.Sheseemstohavebeenexpectingmesomehow,assheindicates
tothecouchesandchairs.

Afewnervouspatientsarealreadythere.Theytrytoaverttheireyesfromtheclosed,
threateningdoorsleadingtothedentalsurgeryrooms,whereanominoushighpitchedwhirring
soundiscomingfrom.Occasionally,Ihearamuffledthud,oryell.Onebyone,thereceptionist
callsoutthepatientsname;Baker,John!or,Higgins,Samantha!
PlasteredonthewallsaredramaticBefore/Afterphotos.Theyshowyellowteeth,setcrookedly
inredrawgumsbecomingbrilliantlywhiteandstraight.Thewallsarepaintedastark,clinical
white,howeverphotographsofpeoplewithtoothygrinsbeamdownatme,fromnewspaper
clippingsovertheyears.Itmustbemyimagination,butalreadyIcantastetheslightlystale,
bubblegumflavouredgloves,thecoolhardmetaloftheexaminingprobe,andthechinkclinkit
makeswhenitsometimescollideswithmyteeth.Icanfeelthevinyloftherecliningchairs,which
arecoveredinplastic,andalsowhichclammylegshaveahabittostickto.InmymindIseethe
perfectteethofmydentist,anidealadvertisementforhisclinic.

Asuddentappingofhighheeledshoesfromthecorridorawakensmefrommydaydreaming.I
lookup.Mypulsequickens,andmyhandssweat.Iswallowthelumpinmythroatthathas
accumulatedsomehow.Bloodispoundingthroughmyhead,buteventhatcannotblockoutthe
dreadedwordsthatIhearnext;Barron,Cissie,DoctorLushwillseeyounow.

Descriptive Essay:Place
I have always been fascinated by carnival rides. It amazes me that average, ordinary people eagerly trade in the serenity
of the ground for the chance to be tossed through the air like vegetables in a food processor. It amazes me that at some time
in history someone thought that people would enjoy this, and that person invented what must have been the first of these
terrifying machines. For me, it is precisely the thrill and excitement of having survived the ride that keeps me coming back
for more.
My first experience with a carnival ride was a Ferris wheel at a local fair. Looking at that looming monstrosity spinning
the life out of its sardine-caged occupants, I was dumbstruck. It was huge, smoky, noisy and not a little intimidating. Ever
since that initial impression became fossilized in my imagination many years ago, these rides have reminded me of
mythical beasts, amazing dinosaurs carrying off their screaming passengers like sacrificial virgins. Even the droning sound
of their engines brings to mind the great roar of a fire-breathing dragon with smoke spewing from its exhaust-pipe nostrils.
The first ride on one of these fantastic beasts gave me an instant rush of adrenaline. As the death-defying ride started, a
lump in my throat pulsed like a dislodged heart ready to walk the plank. As the ride gained speed, the resistance to gravity
built up against my body until I was unable to move. An almost imperceptible pause as the wheel reached the top of its
climb allowed my body to relax in a brief state of normalcy. Then there was an assault of stomach-turning weightlessness
as the machine continued its rotation and I descended back toward the earth. A cymbal-like crash vibrated through the air as
the wheel reached bottom, and much to my surprise I began to rise again.
Each new rotation gave me more confidence in the churning machine. Every ascent left me elated that I had survived the
previous death-defying fall. When another nerve-wracking climb failed to follow the last exhilarating descent and the ride
was over, I knew I was hooked. Physically and emotionally drained, I followed my fellow passengers down the clanging
metal steps to reach the safety of my former footing. I had been spared, but only to have the opportunity to ride again.
My fascination with these fantastic flights is deeply engrained in my soul. A trip on the wonderful Ferris wheel never
fails to thrill me. Although I am becoming older and have less time, or less inclination, to play, the child-like thrill I have
on a Ferris wheel continues with each and every ride.