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Wednesday, March 13, 2019

w7t1 descrptive writing (Delia McCoy)





Delia McCoy - by Angie


It was a misty morning, my family went to town, so that means I’m alone by myself. I get bored easily,
suddenly, something just went into my mind, a story that Aunt Rose told me, it was about the house by
the forest that was abandoned, and it was owned by a malicious old woman, named Delia McCoy who
died ages ago, she was well known for casting spells to her fouls. Some people said she uses voodoo
dolls to get revenge to the people that have most hated her, but I didn’t really believe that.


I decided to go through that forest, and see for myself if the rumours were real. It was a thousand mile
walk! As I enter the house, I could feel that wind touch my skin, as I sniff the dust, it blocked my nose. I
took a step forward, the floor creaked loudly. I finally made my way to this room, which I think was the
room she used to do mean stuff that she wasn’t supposed to do, I saw her old voodoo dolls, a few, short
candles, very sharp needles, an enormous cauldron, transparent potion bottles, and lots more.


I looked through the dirty window and saw the the leaves of the trees dancing, as the wind approaches,
I watched the leaves fall to the ground, it wasn’t a quality view, but something made it worse, I saw a girl
standing outside the house, staring at me. My heart raced like a roller coaster, I was breathless, as I
looked away and caught my breath. I asked myself, “Could this be Delia? What is she doing here? I
thought she was dead?” I asked too many questions, I looked out the window again, she was gone. I
panicked. Before I stepped out of the room, I heard a soft but creepy voice, at that point, I think I knew
who it was, I dashed out of the room like a cheetah.


I rushed downstairs, got out of the house, and immediately closed the door. When I got outside, I was in
a refrigerator, It was so cold that I thought I was about to get frozen alive, I forgot to bring my jacket. I
checked my watch, it was 12:15, nearly afternoon! I had to get back before 1 pm, because that’s when
they get back home. I made my way through the forest, thinking of what I just did. The leaves sounded
like ice breaking as I stepped on it.  For some reason, it felt like someone was following me on the way
back home, but nobody was. “I’m just overthinking.” I said to myself in a low voice.


Finally, I made it home safely, but still reflecting, “What if somebody saw me go to that house and tells
my parents?” I asked myself, I didn’t bother to answer that question though. I changed my clothes and
tried to help myself do things while waiting for my parents, hoping I’ll just forget about going to that house
easily.

Nobody knows what happened to Delia McCoy, and who knows if it was her outside the house, at least
I made it home safe, but I won’t forget what happened today, and only YOU shall know about this.

2 comments:

  1. Hi Angie,
    I loved your piece of writing, because it really hooked me in. I like how you used descriptive language like feel that wind touch my skin. Maybe next time you could add in some more figurative language like similes. Keep up the great work.

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  2. Hey Mikaela! Thanks for your feedback, and yes, I will add more figurative language in.

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