The Old Hag As the old hag came to the gate, everyone was drawn to look at her face,

for it was beyond terrifying. Her hair was a mixture between gray and brown, and it hung past her shoulders in tangled knots. The grimy hair framed her face in a most unpleasant way, very much looking like dreadlocks. Sadly, her greasy hair could never compare with the way her face looked. First of all, her eyes, oh her eyes, were beady and black. One looked dead and weak, while the other lay twitched. They both had dark circles under them, and they looked quite dull, like obsidian that had not been though her yellow, her eyes equal to her hags nose was possibly broken. the nose looked fact, the nose place second to thing on the course, her polished. Even scleras were faint could never be hideous nose. The big, lumpy, and With nostrils flared, like a mans. In would probably the most hideous planet, but of mouth would get

first place. Molded into a shape of disgust, her chapped lips had lost all feminine qualities about them. Sure, her skinny lips were definitely far from beautiful, but that chin of hers stood out like a rotten piece of garbage in a pile of roses. Twas wrinkly, prune like, and just plain ugly. This crinkled masterpiece had one wart on the left side of her chin, close to the top. Of course, the hags outfit just topped it off. Fingerless gloves are usually dirty, but none could match up with hers. These gloves were fingerless, very dirty, and gray. There is not much to say about these

gloves because they were plain, but of course, her skirt was not. With an odd striped pattern, her beige skirt looked well-worn. This filthy skirt was not flattering and quite long. Equally important, her shirt stood out with an ageless quality, but that was fadingfast. Its black sleeves were very large, ripped, and tattered. On top of her shirt, there lay a dirty, brown shawl. Even though it was knitted, it did not look very comfortable, in fact, it looked rough. Resting on top of her frizzy hair lay a disgusting bonnet, which most likely used to be white. There was a large strap separating the frills at the edge and the big, puffy part. In her hands, she held a reign that controlled the brown, scrawny horses pulling the wooden cart. It was a vegetable cart; however, she was going out to get vegetables to bring back to the markets in Paris. Dense trees with shades of both light and dark green gave her an eerie radiance as she stopped at the West Gate. Finally, I looked away terrified from the sight of her and ran into my mothers arms.