The day of the dead is a holiday that is celebrated by Mexicans. It is not Mexican Halloween and is celebrated over 3 days.
The first day is a day of preparations. People make altars in their houses for their dead relatives. The altars have pictures of the dead, fruits, sugar skulls, cut tissue paper, spicy chocolate sauce, and funny skeletons. There are also bowls of salt, (to scare away evil spirits) water, and spoil symbolizing their journeys over land and oceans. There are lots of orange and yellow flowers.
The second day is the day of the dead children and the third is the day of all dead people. Mexicans spend the whole night in the cometary celebrating. They play music and dance. The Mexicans consider this a time of laughter not a time to feel sad for their loved ones.
En el altar hay frutas. Hay calaveras de azúcar. Hay cuencos de sal, agua, y tierra. Hay una foto de un difunto. Hay chiles. Hay cempasúchiles. Hay flores amarillas y anaranjadas. Hay calacas graciosas. Hay papel picado. Hay rostros pintados.
Deep in the trees, in the Forest of Oceana, Sylvia glided back home. After a long day, she was very tired. Crunch, crunch the leaves screeched as she walked on them. Hoot, hoot went the owls glaring at her from the treetops. That was her cue to rush home. Sylvia dashed through the woods; her feet barely touched the ground. When she reached the Red Brick Road, Sylvia stopped and fixed her hair and dress. Then she walked home as if this, was what she had been doing all along.
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Now I am your mother’s true sister,” the woman replied happily. Sylvia was puzzled.”When I was a child, I was put a curse for stealing a doll from a supermarket. By a witch. It was for my own good but still no one likes to have a curse on them,” just the thought of it made a chill spread through Sylvia’s spine.”That witch died 2 years after she put the curse on me. But she wanted to live a longer life. So she grabbed her soul and went inside of me. By defeating me you have killed her soul once and for all. You have also freed me from my curse of being a short tempered ugly women. How can I ever thank you.” She ended.
I chose these 2 paragraphs because the first has a lot of great words that give the reader a lot of background information. For example instead of saying that Sylvia ran home, I wrote that Sylvia dashed home. It helps me when I am reading and I bet it helps you too. The second paragraph is a part of one of the best dialogue scenes I have written. I am very proud of myself because I find it very hard to keep on adding quotation marks. I hope you like this excerpt and want to read my story.
This post is about how I have grown as a writer. The first thing I notice is that my articles were much shorter than they are now. The next thing I notice is that I now use much richer language. For example instead of said I could also write whispered or shouted. My last example is that now I know how to add and takeaway details. I also know where to keep working on.
Today, our parents came to our class so that we could share our articles. We shared how we came up with our topics and how we researched something. Then we shared the process of writing our articles and then revising them. We also showed them how we added pictures crediting the photographer. Can you believe we had a section about acknowledgements. Writing this article is a good experience because now we know what real article writers do.
This week in class I mostly focused on finishing my article. I revised my draft by adding and removing extra details. First my article was a flat piece of paper with nothing, but now it’s a feature article! Here is a picture of what it looks like: