Descriptive Essay
1)Using the five senses about a event

The playing field was a sea of red; all types of red outfits from the skimpiest shorts to the most oversized t- shirts. The victory train had off loaded all its passengers there and they were jumping, chanting and waving red flags to the pulsating rhythm of the campaign song something’s happening. Vendors had come out in large numbers to capitalize on this excellent opportunity to earn some extra income and the atmosphere was filled with tantalizing aromas of barbecued chicken and spare ribs, popcorn, roasted corn and plantains, grilled fish, and other delectables which were being lavishly consumed by the large and growing crowd. Alcoholic beverages were flowing freely; everyone seemed to be holding a bottle or a styrofoam cup and the ground was littered with cups, plates and food wrappings. There was a cool breeze blowing from the sea, but it did very little for the sweating gyrating bodies on fire with the fresh, heady taste of victory. It seemed that everybody was there and the throbbing music and chanting voices could be heard from miles away. The Labor Party had just won the general elections.

2)showing verses telling

She had almost been killed but no, she had to stop thinking about it. Her hands shook as she cleaned up the spilled juice from the counter. Why was she doing this? Why couldn’t she stop herself? Her sugar canister had been knocked askew by half an inch. She looked away, but an itching grew in her hand until she finally reached out to realign it with the other two canisters on the counter. She also straightened the potted violet by the sink, the coffeemaker in its corner, and the container of cooking utensils by the stove. She actually felt calmer now.

3)Organizing
The morning of my job interview started like other.I wake up with good night sleeps under by belt determined and confident to get a new job.T he night before the interview,i practiced moving the furniture from one end of the house to the other one.My roommate thought i was crazy according to my activities.When i waked up,i felt more stronger then yesterday,like a bull waiting to get out of his cage.I started looking at the furniture around me in a new light after sitting at the kitchen table eating my brunch.The bed in the living room was a 250 pound finger,eating monster opening and closing snapping at me.The weaker furniture was floating and drifting by itself to the front door ,when i was looking out in to the covered patio.From all these clews,I came to know that moving furniture was my calling. By walking to the front door,i gave a stiff kicked to the bed.