Brandon Weber I open the door, entering the confined compound of my blood colored brick duplex on Millwood Drive. Behind the rough splintered, faded red fence, with a crooked elliptical top gate, is a parking lot. The lot is jaded, with bottomless potholes, filled with cracked brittle concrete. People tread through the poorly maintained lot, their bodies exhausted, from another stressful workday. I could hear them slamming their car doors, as if that was their …showed first 75 words of 1817 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1817 total…it makes my writing and speech more fluent, and personal, making it more interesting for my audience. The hardest part for me was describing what was going on outside my fence, as well as what was going on inside it at the same time. This writing assignment helped me understand just what problems and challenges a writer goes though. Doing this writing assignment gave me a sense of achieving an overall goal in my writing.