Descriptive Writing

The messy bedroom

As per I glance through my room, it gapes back at me, with me being very dismayed on how dirty it
appears.

There I am gradually plodding through the room with furnace of disgusting smell, my feet were
suddenly seeking in the abomination of cloths. It was too filthy for me to believe.

And so that's when I noticed my journey had started, the journey of the room that had been taken
over by the evil villain “Filthiness”, for the room was once mine and slowly was going to be mine
again.

” Therefore, it was World War Three”.

With my finger getting reading to attack, my arm’s putting on its armor that had been imagined, my
feet getting ready to stomp and stumble through whatever gets in its way and with danger and fear
in my hands, I had to Attack.

And so, my hands had picked up the toys with horror and quickly threw them in the toy box

“Like getting a basketball in the hoop”, the others toys on the bed had gazed at me with a fright,
and with me full of fear and horror.

Then I stumbled throughout the room and roughly snatched the clothing from the ground and threw
it in the washing basket opposite me.

The bed was what I did next, Therefore I grabbed the baggy blanket and neatly laid it on the bed
again,

Then I slowly grabbed the pillows and placed it above my blanket on the top my bed.

After all that terrified work I had one last task for World War Three to be over, it was the hardest,
strongest, loudest, heaviest, but the last, it was to vacuum all the filthy rubbish and germs from the
greasy ground.

On the vacuum go’s, sucking all the dirt from the ground into the vacuum, under the bed it goes,
between the two draws it sucks and through the dirt it cleans.

Once that was done my room was clean as it can be. For the room was once mine again, World War
Four was success for me and my room was a whole new room.

After the success of World War Three ended, World War Four had just began.

The question was? Was World War Three really a success.

20 minutes later (Mom came back from work)

“Why are you so filthy” Mum said in an instant freight.

It was solid DOOM!!!

(World War Four)