Hello Yellow Brick House

(I am posting two pieces of writing from some guest authors. My 10 year old niece lives in England and her elementary school had a writer's workshop evening where parents and children were both encouraged to describe the same photograph. The first piece was written by my brother and the second by my niece and one of her close friends. The photograph was apparently of a 'crooked old house')

1)"Imposing, unsettling; but at the same time endearing: this grand structure stood majestically at the top of the winding hill.
Fearful, the small child began to approach a large door, despite a chilling breeze.
Largely untouched for the beat for over a century, Yellow Brick House was an important home. It had once housed, although briefly, members of the Royal Family.
Eerily bats began to circle, although the local climate had been wildly discouraged for such fearless intimidating creatures of the sky.
Lightning struck across the arched, metallic entrance, despite a clear, blue sky. Noise was an uninvited guest to the owner of Yellow Brick House. Immediately followed a deafening silence awakening each inhabitant of the infinite garden.
Infinity was an apt summary, despite a structure of finite proportions.


2)Towering over a dense, miniscule village like a skyscraper, was a rickety, lifeless cottage. Rigidly, the cracking roof tiles were piled onto a musky, brown roof, moreover, the door was swinging clumsily on its creaking hinges. Plodding, a sulky dormouse was yearning for an indulging piece of cheese, however, inside the worn-out house, the mouldy food in the dirty-white fridge didn't look as appetizing to the dormouse as it did to the pesky little rats.
Huffing and puffing, the leaning chimney was spitting out fluffy smoke like a baby throwing out its dummy in disgust. Winding up the peeling wall was a boney vine with lime green leaves on it.