Just wrote a descrptive essay tell me what you think Title: The Cemetery Life By: Kenneth Walker Time: halloween Interduction All my life me and my friends wanted to become men,We did crazy things like jumping from house to house or set of firecrackers near peoples houses.My name is Johnny test,im eleven years old likemy friends.I have deep blue eyes,short blonde hair,long legs,skinny body,and a birth mark on my arm.My friends names are Sam and Martin.We were all bored one night and decided to sleep in the Cemetery,so we told our parents were sleeping at Sam house,and Sam told his parents he is sleeping at my house.We packed our bags we went to the Cemetery,we all open the cemetery gates I knew that it was going to be fun night. Body-Smell We all took different positions over the cemetery,I took front gate post so if anyone came I can alert the others.Sam took the back gate for the same reason I took the first one,Martin took the tool shed so if anything happens he could be our weapon guy.I sat down on the dirty uncut grass and laid my head on the tombstone.The grass smelled like moldy cheese,and the tombstone smelled like well,concrete.We all kept in touch with our computers we grouped chat and made sure everyone was ok.I smelled my hands and they smelled my soap considering I took a shower before leaving.The soap smelled like sweet vanilla,like ice cream.In order to go to sleep I had to keep smelling my nice soapy hands. Body-sight I saw that the tombstone all had peoples names on it and I kept reading and reading untill I got bored.The gates were old,metal looking and they look like it could fall apart any minute now.I Look at the shed where Martin was and the shed looked even worse.The shed was wooden and had little splinters everywhere,to the point where you would think the shed was alive.But once I saw Sam position it looked even worst than martins.Sam gate looked just like my,but it had old grass and bugs on it,every five minutes he would hit his arm and a dark looking spider would fall apart.I thought about this sitution,but if this helped us become men,than we had to do it.We all were thinking how long untill the sun comes up. Body-Sound The wind was howling like the banshees.Everytime I felt the tombstone it sounded like a deep voice that said: bop bop bop.When I touched the grass I heard the swish sound everytime my fingers crawl through it.Our plans were to stand in the cemetery untill 5 oclock in the morning than go to the houses we were sleeping In.We woke up at 5:30 and panic because our parents get up early in the morning,they get up at 5:45.We packed our things and ran to our houses,our shoes made thud sounds as we raced home.But our parents caught us and we told them what happen.My mom said in a calm voice:baby,just because you slept in a cemetery doesnt mean your a man,you will know when your time of becoming a man is up,untill than just stay a kid.Lucky we didnt get punished but we got a long lecture. Conclusion I realize after all of this that being a man dont require age or what you do in life.Being a man means that you take responseblity and be trusthworthy.Anyone can say there a man just because there 18,21,or even 67.Being a man doesnt require any of it.It requires much more than that.You have to be what I said 19 seconds ago,and a little imaganation.
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 00:33:16 +0000
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