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Standing on his hind legs, this rare andalucian stallion is fearless. His ears are turned back
while his noble looking head is held high. His all black coat glistens in the late afternoon sun.
His face displays a strong confidence with his nostrils flared, his veins bulging from his cheek
bones, and his fiery black eyes burning holes into the souls of those who stare into them. His
neck muscles are tensed and thickened with adrenalin. His black main is thrown into the wind
like a flag rippling in the winds of a tornado. His muscular front legs are brought up to his
chest displaying his flashing gray hooves that could crush a man's scull with one blow. His
backbone and underbelly are held almost straight up and his hind quarters are tensed. His
back legs are spread apart for balance. His back hooves are pressed into the earth; therefore,
his hooves cause deep gouges from the weight of his body on the soil. His black tail is held
straight down and every once in a while a burst of wind catches it and then it floats down back
into place like an elegant piece of silk falling from the sky. His bravery and strength are what
made his breed prized as a warhorse.

~© Jamell Wilson, 2005~

This is a really good desciptive paragraph. It is very well developed, stays on the topic, and
has some very descriptive words that happen throughout the paragraph. This is something that
keeps the reader wanting to read more and more.



Back in 1999 this fearless athlete posed in this football picture. In the far distance below the
cloudless sky stands an off-white stadium. Embedded in the center is large, cracked, blue,
painted, letters that spell out BISON. Beneath the old stadium are rows of worn-out bleachers
which are completely empty. Up in front stands the competitor down on one knee. As you
observe more, the sport player is wearing a blue Bison jersey sporting the number 60. To the
left above the freshly trimmed green grass that engulfs this player¶s figure lays a football. In
the center of the picture, you see her pale white face and dark brown eyes. Around these
features you can not help but notice the bronzed hair; which appears to be pulled back around
this slender face. Her stern look shows how proud she is; nonetheless, all the confidence she
carries on her padded up shoulders. This unique woman is not only elegant and brave; she is
my sister, Margaret Eva Hoyt.

~© Kayla Marie Anfinson, 2005~

  

As Chad Reed pulled into the pits, you could tell just by looking at him that this had been a
grueling race. His dirt bike was plastered with so much brown, wet, sticky mud that you
couldn¶t even read the number plates. His boots, resting comfortably on the foot pegs, were a
mess of muddy brown dirt, bright white plastic and black buckles. His riding pants were
soaked and covered with mud on the front, while the back remained a brilliant white and blue.
His chest protector seemed to have kept most of the mud off of his blue and white jersey,
although his sleeves had turned the same swampy brown color as his bike. His goggles hung
looped over the handlebars of his bike, dripping the ooze it had saved from Chad¶s eyes. His
helmet, still on his head, was a greasy smeary brown, save for the thin line of white and blue
where his goggle strap had been. Although his body looked beaten, his eyes, peering through
the helmet, seemed relaxed and happy. He had just won a very long and very tiring race.
~© 2005 Kristian Anderson~

   


The much advertised meteor show this summer was a memory ot behold. The air was crisp
and cool. I did not even feel a hint of a breeze on my skin as I lie on my back in the darkness.
The warm temperature of the water against the cooler air created a drifting airy fog that
whispered over the lake. Darkness enveloped the sky as only a slight curve of the moon shone
in the night; consequently, this made the perfect stage for the breathtaking view of twinkling
stars. In the still of the night many galaxies glittered from the depths of the sky as I felt
hypnotically drawn into the mesmorizing show above me. Broad irregular bands of light from
the Milky Way stretched across the sky while the big and little dipper shined brightly. As
predicted, the meteor show began with various sized meteors cascading to the earth's
atmosphere about every fifteen to thirty seconds. Shots of light, followed by orange and white
mist, describes the presence of the meteors. The panoramic view made it possible to witness
several meteors at a time while marveling at each one. An event like this may only happen
once in a lifetime, so I will cherish this moment and it will remain as one of my fondest
memories.

~© 2005 Leslie Malsam~

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In front of me on the table sat a beautiful pure white bowl, simplistic in design, hiding a
decadent surprise inside. In the bowl was hidden something that was not so pure, however, the
irresistible indulgence was worth every calorie that I knew it contained. As I looked inside I
saw on the bottom of the bowl a hot, tender brownie loaded with macadamia nuts. I knew
from past experience that the nuts had a creamy and smooth texture, almost like white
chocolate. On top of the brownie were two firmly packed scoops of ice cream, laying side by
side, each one a different flavor. The scoop on the right was a rich vanilla, flecked with dark
specks of vanilla bean. The scoop on the left was a dark, smooth, bittersweet chocolate. The
scoops were just starting to melt tiny rivers of melted cream down the sides of the hot
brownie, pooling on the bottom of the pure white bowl. These scoops of ice cream were
draped with a sumptuous, rich, hot fudge sauce. Topping the luscious sauce was an ample
dollop of whipped cream that was in perfect contrast to the dense, almost too rich dessert
below. The whipped cream was topped with a shower of chocolate sprinkles and finely
chopped walnuts. What finally completed this wonderful creation was a perfect maraschino
cherry, its red juice sending tiny streams down the whole mountain of dessert delight. The
contrast of colors, textures and flavors in this dessert appealed to every part of my senses. I
could not wait to eat it.

~© 2005 Kelly Cofske~

This is a great descriptive paragraph becuase of the not so ordinary words used to describe
each and every little thing that is in this hot fudg sundae. The way that it's all put together and
compared to a mountain really helps put the image into your own mind. this paragraph is also
focused on just one topic. After reading this I was craving a hot fudge sunday. So good job
Kelly! ~© 2005 Ashleigh Tranmer~

Here is my Descriptive paragraph: I started My description with the most obvious, while at
the same time working my way down from head to toe. His least obvious traits
(personality)are at the end.


My eight year old son, Joshua, stands out in a crowd of children because of his distinctive
appearance and gentle manner. The first thing I notice when I look at him is his size. He
stands at shoulder height next to me; indeed, he is a head taller than other children his age,
and is definitely stronger. His weight is a hefty 113 pounds; without a doubt, he weighs forty
pounds more than other children in his grade level. Recently, my husband signed him up for
flag football, where he was told: ³It is a good thing the children aren¶t playing tackle football,
because he might inadvertently hurt the other kids.´ Also remarkable is his red hair; it is thick,
coarse to touch, and styled in an old-fashioned boy cut. Hardly a person can pass Joshua
without rubbing his head for good luck, and saying ³Where¶d ya get that hair?´ Joshua¶s
chubby face is fair, with freckles lightly dotting his exceptionally boyish features. His eyes
are pale blue, and his eyebrows blond; in fact, white, in contrast with his red hair. His lips are
full and somewhat feminine, and his newly-grown permanent teeth, which appear large
alongside his remaining baby teeth, have a wide gap. His shoulders are broad, his chest juts
out, and his belly is plump. His forearms are bulky, and will someday be powerful, yet his
wrists retain the same creases he has had since he was a ten pound newborn. When we hold
hands, his hands feel nearly as large as mine, and are unexpectedly soft. His legs are sturdy
and strong, and his knees are covered with fresh scrapes and purple bruises, received while
skateboarding and biking. His ankles are also solid; consequently, he can¶t wear boots. His
feet are size 6 and wide; therefore, too wide for slip-on tennis shoes. Despite his appearance,
Joshua is unexpectedly sensitive and caring; in fact, he still likes to sit on my lap, an awkward
feat for me. He likes to open doors for me, tend his little brother, and help me grocery shop.
From head to toe he is a contradiction; although he is only eight years old, he is big and
strong, while loving and gentle, and that makes him stand out from other children, at least in
my eyes.

~© 2005 Kelly Byron~

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My wife and I honeymooned in Playa Del Carmen, Mexico; while there, we visited the ruins
of Tulum. At the entrance of the ruins, large palm frond trees stand lush and tall with wild life
resting on its branches. In the middle of this miniature rain forest is a dirt path leading
towards a hand built stone wall ten feet tall. While walking through the passage built in the
wall, on the right, at the top of the wall sat a large, brown and green hued iguana. Just past
this great wall of protection is a field of green grass overlooking the ruin's. To the left is a
small court yard bordered by a stone wall leading to the agua blue, warm ocean a few hundred
yards away. In a corner section of this cramped courtyard, is a fresh water hole in a cave like
crevice. As you walk the acres upon acres of grass, the sounds of chirping and squawking
birds permeate the air. Vibrant colored plants and iguanas of all sizes give you an idea of life
as it was two thousand years ago. Enormous square and rectangular stones capture the eye for
the beauty they hold both outside and the history made inside. Steep staircases rise from the
ground to ascend to the top of these world treasures; in fact, a few of these temples were built
atop the cliffs of the Yucatan Peninsula. The beach below is blinding white, soft coral sand,
crushed to a fine powder by swift ocean currents.

~© 2005 Chad Lewis~

  
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A beach in Hawaii on a December day is like a day at a lake in mid August. The beach smells
fresh, almost like a new ocean breeze air freshener. The sand is hot and looks like gold
blended in with little white specks; it sparkles like the water running off the swimmers back
and feels like walking on coals from a burning grill. Not far from the shore, you can see the
coral sitting still in the wild and shallow water. Trutles drift in to see all the people. The plam
trees sway in the air from the forceful wind. In a distance, a house is beutifully placed right by
the water, so it can look across the ocean each and every day. People are laughing and playing
in the burning sand, and others are relaxing on the beach bronzing their skin while enjoying
the bright rays of light coming from the sun. From a far distance the ocean is a deep navy
blue; waves come in like a bulldozer from all the wind. At night everything is still. Waves are
still coming in but not as hard, while the beach is cleared from all the people. All you can hear
is the waves of the ocean and the light breeze coming from the giant palm trees. The beach is
a spectacular place. Leaving it is excruciating and difficult to do.

~© 2005 Ashleigh Tranmer~

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The old car slowly chugged down the street like the caboose of a steam engine train. The car
goes up the hill it goes Ka boom , kachunk. The car is old and weathered with rust covering
the entire body like cancer consuming its victim. Wheels and tires wobble like a drunk bum
on his way home from the bar. Hub caps are gone along with all the mirrors and extras on the
car. Black smoke flows out the rotten tail pips like the smoke out of and old cobb pipe. The
local junk yard had seen better cars then this. The interior was a dusty brown with holes
covering almost every square inch of the seat covers. The ceiling was hanging down and the
rust had eaten through the roof like a Billy goat through a tin can. This old car is my old car
and it is as faithful as a good old dog by always starting and getting me from were I need to
go.

~© Jace Oeleis 2005~





As a child at the age of two, my sister and I had pictures taken together. My sister and I are
ten months and three weeks apart. In this special family picture was look identical. Our big,
dark blue and brown eyes and smile resemble two calm little girls, enjoying the moment with
peaceful smiles on our faces. In our long, dark red and blue dresses we sit straight up in front
of a warn red fireplace surrounded by green plants. Our dark brown, wavy hair even matched.
We both had baby pink bows off to the side of our heads that resemble a blooming flower.
Growing up our family consisted of our father, my sister, and I. My sister and I have both
been there for each other through ³the thick and the thin.´ My photograph pf my sister and
reveals how close we are in age and through this paragraph it also reveals how close we are
when it comes to love and friendship.

~(c) Amy Neill 2005~

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When the upper limb of the sun disappears below the horizon the brilliance of Mother Nature
becomes apparent. On my left across the lake low-lying hills crawl upward across the horizon.
In front of me covered by a few trees, is a lone secluded island. It looks as if it were a boat,
attempting to escape to tranquil waters. On my right the hills gradually turn to mountains. A
tall and slender Lodge Pole Pine minutely conceals them. Her finger-like branches delicately
reach down toward the lake, trying to touch her own reflection. High above me, moisture
laden clouds span out over the mountain tops, resembling a magenta colored quilt. In front of
me, a broadening division in the clouds crests with a final effort to avoid succumbing to the
shroud of night. The ever present island balances upon the waters, reflecting a perfect vision
of it's unblemished counterpart. It is a mirrored understatement of nature's true beauty.

© Kyle Shearin 2005