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Descriptive Writing Midterm

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As I entered the room I felt a blast of cold air, feeling like the gusts that flow freely through the mountains from the north, originating from the dark and silent tunnel from which trains come to and from, sparked goosebumps that ran throughout my back, and caused the hairs covering my arms to curl up and over my delicate epidermal layer of my skin, as if attempting to create a covering layer, causing a sense of insecurity as I followed the thinned snaked tunnel ahead of me, proceeding towards my goal of boarding my 8:32 train. A- There was an assortment of artwork among this tunnel, specific words, and phrases to pictures and diagrams the graffiti within this tunnel were unique and ecstatic. There was a loud rumbling, and rattling …show more content…

Over to my left, I noticed an older gentleman, leaning up against the wall, and smoking a Cuban cigar, he shouted out an indistinguishable word as I quickly walked past him. His dark green button-down and blue blazer, coupled with gray khakis made for a peculiar sight, and caused myself to panic, scared that he would do something to me, I started to sprint down the corridor. All I saw around me was an assortment of reds, yellows, and blue streaking along the walls, following me as I ran. As I reached an intersection in the corridor, I had to make a decision, take the left turn, and follow the assortment of ads that lined the tunnel, with a well-lit ceiling portraying safely within this tunnel, or I could take the right path, a dimly light tunnel assorted with graphic graffiti lining the walls. I chose the left tunnel, as any good minded 14 year old would, and continued my expenditure to the savior at the end of the tunnel, the Helpdesk, which would aid me in my quest to arrive back home for a wonderful home cooked dinner that I have craved for the past 3 hours. The tunnel that i was walking down started to dim out and eventually turned into a pitch black passage, in which I had to navigate by holding my right hand to the right wall and using it to guide me through the forsaken tunnel, plagued by

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