Day of The Dead 
It was Thursday , 2 November
On this very day, little Mira would visit her mother’s grave. The wind thick like dust. There was Mexican music playing,As Mira whispered,’’LOVE you Mama”.
She placed her hand on the dirt, BING ,A little blue flower with sparkles like pieces of diamonds , There was a we silence, The flower slowly moved towards Mira, and grabbed her by the hand and pulled her down. Thud!”hello”.There was no response.Mira walked back, bump Mira slowly turned around there it was.
It was white and long, they were staying for a we while.
The thing grabs a…
GITTAR?I then try to run away when a line of lanterns like a long river that never ends.”ala are you ok my baby”said another, SKULLATEN!!!
Mira then realised it was her mumma.
Mira then realised it was her mumma.
By jazz
“There will be more”.
i think your story was very good because you use lots of describing words
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