Second Entry, this one is Descriptive Entry, using strong visual and sensory images to create a lasting impression on the reader, hope I did good.
Abigail's Diary
Dear Diary,
I have had enough of this, I could not take it anymore, if Elizabeth is the only one in my way of obtaining John, then she must be gone. As I stood in his house with the old woman by his side, I was up all night in my small room, creating the small poppet. I had walked up to the woman in her long dress, her wrinkled expression as I handed her the small man-made object.
Her expression showed that of knowing, she knew deep inside her that I was up to no good, but she could not say anything, for to anyone else it would just seem like an innocent act of kindness. When time comes I will have her out to be in use of witchcraft and to be sending her soul out to me. She sill face judgment in the name of god, Mr. Danforth, and then hanged.
I am fidgeting in anxiety of what is to come soon, with that wretched old woman out of his life, I will be able to comfort Mr. Proctor, he will be so gratful for my generosity and understanding during his mourning that he will certainly love me. Sometimes, whenever Elizabeth would question him of his venure in the night he would get somewhat nervous to answer; he does not want her to know of our relationship, one which I am guessing is better than hers with him.
How dare she make him feel nervous and guilty for his actions, he is not in the wrong, his is merelyacting on emotion, he loves me deep inside and thatwrinkled old woman will not stand in our way. I must end this for the night, till next I write, goodnight.
There ya go, again, don't have to have an acount to review, I could use the imput so I don't fail in English.
Those of you who are reading "The Past Becomes Our Future" I am working on it now, hopefully will be posted soon, thank you bye.