Janessa Wilding
I was walking home from school on a crisp autumn afternoon. As I passed the old abandoned house on Aspen Lane, a black cat with yellow, glowing eyes that was sitting on the front gate twitched it's tail twice, and hissed at me. Then, as the cat turned around, hopped off the fence, and then hightailed it back inside the house through the cat flap, the light in the top window flickered on. "What was that?" I asked myself. "Probably nothing," I said.
The next day, as I passed the front gate of the old abandoned house, the black cat was there, and the same thing happened again, except for this time, my curiosity got the best of me. I hopped the fence, and followed the cat. As it went through the cat flap, I hesitated. Should I go through, or should I not risk it, and continue on my way home? I decided to risk it, so I took off my backpack and went through the cat flap. On the other side, the cat was there waiting for me. The whole room was covered in cobwebs, and it smelled like old wood and dust. It was almost pitch black, except for little candles lit on shelves around the room. I went to take a closer look at what was it the bottles on the shelves, and they were filled with bubbling, frothing, and steaming different colored liquids. They were all labeled, it what I'm assuming is either latin or ancient greek. Weird, I thought to myself. I followed the black cat up the old, creaky stairs, led by it's glowing eyes.
When the black cat and I reached the very top floor, I saw something that I should have expected. Sitting in the middle of a floor was an old witch, with deep purple gem encrusted robes, with a matching hat and wand. The witch looked like something from a fairytale I read when I was little. She was busy stirring a cauldron in front of her, with a bubbling, steaming, and frothing liquid. It shimmered purple, rose, deep blue, black, and pastel colored, with little silver specks like stars, so the potion looked like a swirling nebula. The witch looked up at me, and she had deep, royal purple eyes with specks of silver. Her face was lighted by more candles lit around the room on more shelves with labeled potions. When she spoke, her voice was misty and light, like she was in a trance. "I have been expecting you. You shall be my successor!" she said as she pointed a bony finger at me. She must have sent the cat to lead me inside for her. "Drink the potion," she said. It was so hypnotizing, I did. As soon as the first droplet hit my tongue, I was hit with a sudden rush. I felt wise beyond years, I felt the oncoming gift of prophecy, potion brewing, and spell casting. "Now, let's get started. You will learn the secrets of witchcraft!" the witch said. Then, she cackled a airy laugh, and I realized that I had just started the rest of my life, There was no turning back now, and so, I decided to embrace my destiny. "What are we waiting for?" I asked. I grinned, and sat down. The cat looked at me with it's glowing yellow eyes, twitching tail, and it smiled...
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ReplyDeleteExcellent descriptions! I love the creativity and how it sounded like I was reading a published author's work. Outstanding! As your revise, add more detail and figurative language where you can. I'd look at expanding it too. Really good work here!
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