Descriptive Essay: Description Of The Lake

Many of the “houses…were cooked until their frames came loose like the bones of stewing chickens” (McPhee 110-111). Instead of depicting the severe property damage as a scene of horror it is conveyed in a lighter sense. Human creations are seen as ingredients for nature itself to do what it wishes with. Even though the ash has caused irreversible damage to the town something new will be made from it. The image of a chicken stewing also invokes images of a home cooked meal creating feelings of comfort.

In the Lake of the Woods Analysis In chapter one of the poem, Tim O’Brien begins by introducing two unnamed characters who, indeed after the aftermath of a primary election, the audience learn that they decide to rent a cottage in what the author refers to as Lake of the Woods. The area surrounding the cottage has no people or towns. However, the same cottage has a beautiful view in terms of a lake facing to the north of Canada. The two unnamed characters came to the place in sought of solitude and togetherness. From this perspective, O’Brien develops his fiction story from a point of uncertainty.

Tom skimmed through the woods like a cat along the prostrate trunks of trees. He was startled by the sudden screaming of the bittern. He heard the quacking of a wild ducks, rising on the wing from some solitary

Did you know that “The Veldt,” by Ray Bradbury and “Nethergrave” by Gloria Skurzynski both end in a form of dramatic irony? In both stories, the readers know that the lions Mr. McClean saw from a distance while waiting for Lydia and George Hadley, were eating Lydia and George Hadley. (The Veldt). And that the jaguar Jeremy’s mother was admiring was actually Jeremy himself (Nethergrave). “The Veldt,” by Ray Bradbury and “Nethergrave” by Gloria Skurzynski are both science fiction short stories that, in a way, display the consequences of technology consuming one's life and becoming reality.

“Oh, Jake, this apartment is perfect for us, just perfect,” Grace Wexler argued in a whining coo. The third bedroom was a trifle small, but it would do just fine for Turtle. “And think what it means having your office in the lobby, Jake; no more driving to and from work, no more mowing the lawn or shoveling snow.”... Grace stood before the front window where, beyond the road, beyond the trees, Lake Michigan lay calm and glistening. A lake view! ...

Greasy Lake “Greasy Lake” by T. Coraghessan Boyle is a story about a 19 year old young boy, the narrator, who learns that his bad boy image is just an image. Describing himself and his friends, Digby and Jeff, as “dangerous characters” (Boyle 77), he soon realizes that he may not be ready for such a title. Out with his friends one summer night, the narrator, Digby and Jeff head to Greasy Lake in hopes of getting into some type of “adventure” (Boyle 78). Thinking that they have spotted their friends car on Greasy Lake they attempt to play a joke on him and his girl. Once the young boys approach the car they soon realize that the car belongs to some other “bad greasy character” (Boyle 78).

However within the story the individuals as well as the narrator see the lake as being the best place to spend their time. The story describes the lake as being, “fetid and murky, the mud banks glittering with broken glass and strewn with beer cans and the charred remains of bonfires.”

A Younger Look on Life My entire life has revolved being on the water and spending time with my dad and grandfather fishing, boating, or just enjoying the days outside. Very similar to how White describes it in his essay “Once More to the Lake”. White expresses his views as looking back on life talking about what he has been through and his experiences at the lake. Throughout the essay White tries to live out his life as an older man through the actions of his son.

The author was very descriptive in the writing. The reader can sit and visualize what the author is saying and trying to get you to see. He (the author) also says “cedar posts and collapsed homes” also gives you the feel of abandonment. The feeling of abandonment is depressing because its almost as if the people gave up on the land. The land was not suitable to live in due to the extreme winds and dust.

6 The night was cold the midnight mist was heavy. Charles yawning could feel a stale flavor as he inhaled the mist, he could feel the condensation in his mouth. He looked at his watch, his escort was late, and he could never make it through the forest at this hour. At least not safely, a warm air passes his ear, and Charles heart skips a beat as the source speaks. “Young man are you lost,” he says lightly, Charles turns to see a man in his mid fifties with a five o’clock shadow and a lantern.

In some degree, also, they diverted my mind from the thoughts over which it had brooded for the last month. I retired to rest at night; my slumbers, as it were, waited on and ministered to by the assemblance of grand shapes which I had contemplated during the day. They congregated round me; the unstained snowy mountain-top, the glittering pinnacle, the pine woods, and ragged bare ravine; the eagle, soaring amidst the clouds--they all gathered round me, and bade me be at peace.”... (page 109-110)... I remembered the effect that the view of the tremendous and ever-moving glacier had produced upon my mind when I first saw it. It had then filled me with a sublime ecstasy that gave wings to the soul, and allowed it to soar from the obscure world to light and joy.

The setting for most of the story is a small fishing lodge in the woods of Minnesota. The author describes this location as having “… great sweeps of pine and birch and sumac” between a few secluded buildings. Not only is the lodge isolated by

The Haunted Lake One day in Galveston Texas on August 23 2012. There was Aleshia and Markus. They were siblings they wanted to go swim in the lake outside their house. They went to ask their parents.

We could get inside one of dormitory areas that was open for tours and we were amazed at the sudden quietness that came with entering. Almost as if it were a gate way to a different realm we went through one hallway from the street and into the complex. What greeted us was not an eerie quietness but a peaceful one that was strange as the noise of the cars could not be heard over the Victorian architecture but only the distant sound of a police or fire truck siren. Along with the sound of chirping of birds living in the trees within the center green of this area, astonishing us that even with all the industrialization that went on nature could still exist within a

The ocean… The sound of the waves applauding and hugging the shore. The internal sounds of the body out in the world’s biggest swimming pool. The echo of my sister’s laughter. The salty smell so strong that one can taste it dancing on ones taste buds.