The Magical Tomb

a true story by Writing Girl(WG)

“Yay!” I shouted! “We’ve reached the tomb finally!” I said running past my parents into the doors of Taj Mahal. “Wait up, wait up” my mom yelled to me. “I know you are excited but you have to stay with us.” I sadly walked back to my parents, my excitement lowering. I ran to the sign in and quickly pulled on my booties. My dad’s booties broke so he had to get blue ones. “Hurry up” I shouted!

We were finally going up the stairs to Taj Mahal. When I looked up I saw the tall point of Taj Mahal glittering above my head. We entered the doors and guards showed us where to go. When we reached the tomb other guards showed us the surprises the tomb held. I could not believe that it had all been made with hand tools, the lotus flowers 64 petals each, all different colors!

Just then it was our turn to look at the tomb! I peered in the tomb to see the tombs of dead bodies lying in the dark. The warm smell of the lotus flowers felt hot on my cold cheeks. My body shook with the sparkling sights of the Taj Mahal. When I was ready to go I felt amazed. The tomb’s beauty had been glorious. I wished I could go to Taj Mahal again. I walked to the car wondering what my next surprise would be.