Descriptive Writing

At the moment in class we have been working on descriptive writing. We have been useing pictures for idea for ou work. Here is a piece of writing I did.

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Miners Homestead

As I walk through the scary woods, I stand still. I sink. Down my feet go.
But where? Looking down, my feet have been swallowed by water logged moss.
Walk on, I think. The fresh smell of the blowing trees dance up my nose. But wait, there is a hut!
A abandoned hut with what looks like a young rich tree has smashed through the roof. Golden
Kākāiki leaves dance on the top of this cripple tree, creaking back and forth.

I stroke my hand up the bumpy walls.  The hut looks like someone has slapped
a whole clump mortar and rocks togher. Half a job, I think! Walking in, the smell,
it is horrendously gross. It smells like a goat has died in horrible pain. In my sight I
see a pack of filthy, disgusting, horrible rats. Their red eye’s tell me to go. Looking
around again, there are holes in the tree roots. Someone or something has been digging here.
Old gin bottles have smashed everywhere.Tawhirimatea(God of the wind) blew some wind;
it creeped me out. I walk back out and inspect the hut again.

I notice there is a sign. It faintly says,” Miners homestead.”This place has been raided. For What? For Who? Why? Questions spin in my head. “Walk on,” I say. I walk on. “ STOP, WALK BACK.” A small pīngao(Golden, Yellow) nugget, sits under a leave! Gold! “Click,” everything clicked in my head. This place has been raided for gold and has been abandoned and forgotten about. This hut’s heart has been broken.