Market place - Descriptive writing

Descriptive Writing - Marketplace

I am standing in the outstanding moroccan marketplace. Its beautiful. Apart from its revolting scents it’s amazing. I can see very talented snake charmers and wonderful chefs. The air tastes like freshly cooked fish and oil. There are beautiful lanterns all over the show. There's isle and isle of amazing clothes and ponchos.

Camp writing

Flying Fox “Next”, yells Phil. Phil lowers the seat. I walk over to the red school chair. “Hop in” said Phil. I get into the chair and it rises to its normal position, I put the seat belt on.  I close my eyes and block my ears, I can hear the countdown “Five, four, three, two, one,”. The seat swings forward and then I am soaring through the Air, My gut instinct is just to hold on the rusty chains and scream. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”. I can hear people laughing. The chair slows down and then stops. Slowly I start swinging backwards. One of my eyes opens then the other. While I swing backwards I admire the beautiful flower and ferns. I Lean backwards and start laughing, I start to move back towards the hill. Mum yells at me “well done,”.. And the others just laugh. Tony grabs the seat. I remove the seat belt. Thump!. Darn I have ground Shock. The pain feels like a giant bee just stung me. I start to stumble towards Mum. The End