Descriptive Essay About The Great Gatsby

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The lights were what intrigued me. In my earliest memories, only the moon illuminated the darkness, a hole of light punched into the black, velvety night. Its light shone on the red, course sand of our hometown, the Arizonian soil rich with the memories of the ancient tribal footprints that had once walked upon it. I can’t remember the first time that I ever noticed the lights, but I can remember the first time I noticed my people’s reaction to them. The constant scorn and bitterness led me to conclude that I was to stay away from this new place, but I knew that I could never completely ignore the new spectacle, even after my father sat down with me to give me that first order.
Daddy told me never to get too close. I always thought he was …show more content…

However, the light still beckoned me. Like Gatsby to the green light, I was drawn closer and closer each night. The ventures sparked pangs of fear in me, yet I never arrived home to penalty. In fact, it seemed I was the only one enamored by the lights. Jess and Ray and Leonard were always out under the moon, the time when the lights and noise were at their most spectacular (and tempting) level. I was past the age that they’d stopped questioning why I was outside so late, yet not old enough to fit in properly to the conversation that they struck on the porch or in a nearby abandon lot. I never offered for them to come with me to see the lights, and the nights they were out, they always let me pass without …show more content…

Each night, I scuffed my shoes slowly along the streets, meandering closer to the building. Its height was visible from blocks away. The incongruous radiance provoked disgusted mutters and headshakes from seemingly everyone. Week after week, I ventured another few steps, until new sights and sounds were unlocked. At a certain gap in the fence by Fifth Street, you could make out the glow of a sign. If you circled around in the opposite direction, the giant cube of the trash bin was visible, weighed down by glass bottles and much more that children shouldn’t concern themselves with. I had early on discerned that the lights did, in fact, lead to a building, and it was my intent to eventually go inside to experience the fun that the outside boasted of through its blinking signs and grand size. By then, I could count the amount of steps that took me to reach the street corner across from the back

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