Similes
Death is like water, it puts out the fire
Death
Life is like the sun, bright surrounded by darkness
Life
Metaphors
Death is an endless pit
Death is a finish line
Life
Life
Simile about home
My house is like
Metaphor about home
His anger was a cyclone forming
Math class is a pool full of jelly fish.
Table
Dead
Moaned
Whimpered
Headphones
Screamed
Yelled
Whispered
Sprung
Died
Book
Sat
Slept
Collected
Flew
Brushed
The moon and sun are being personified
Shining and Sulkily are the words used to personify
The personality of the moon is being described as sad and and having a bad time
The massive fierce tree lunged and grabbed around at everything around it in rage.
The poor tree whimpered lost and alone surrounded by nothing
The mountains looked down at the puny passive trees
The bend stood happily watching the nice view
The broken house barely stood just about holding up
It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats- the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quiet straight into the side of the hill- The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it- and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another. No going upstairs for the hobbit: bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries (lots of these), wardrobes (he had whole rooms devoted to clothes), kitchens, dining-rooms, all were on the same floor, and indeed on the same passage. The best rooms were all on the left-hand side (going in), for these were the only ones to have windows, deep-set round windows looking over his garden, and meadows beyond, sloping down to the river.
On top of the blue couch, is the girl. Next to the blue couch, is a lamp. Above all the chaos was the sky. Behind everything in near sight, were the skyscrapers. Near the top of the image, is a book in mid flight. Nearby the book with a rainbow on it, sat a blue book.
The boy felt the depression all through his body. He felt as if he was being weighed down. He could not see a possible good future. He could not keep calm, as he kept thinking things like “life has never been this bad”. He could barely contain himself from letting the tears out.
The dog couldn’t stop sprinting in circles. His whimpers made Romili’s guilt almost unbearable. His big puppy eyes staring up at him almost as if to say “pleeeeeeeeeeeease take me for a walk” Looking out the window just to see other dogs enjoying their walks.
The groups teeth were beginning to chatter. Their breath was visible. They started to get closer to converse the warmth. The group could barely see to their right due to the sun reflections off the ice.
Creative writing
It had been many years since he’d seen this sight. It had been many years since he’d been home.
Straightahead of him, was the castle in which he was raised in. Towards the top of the castle was the room where his parents were most likely in. His fear of what his father would say when he found out he had failed his mission was painful. The rocks watched him and he began to ride his horse towards the castle. The wind pushed against him, almost as if to warm him to turn around. King Rojo was his father, and they had not left on good terms. He had sent him on a mission to get back his younger brother from bandits that had kidnapped him, but he could find no trace of him. His guilt of failure was like knives constantly sticking into him. The wandering knight rode straight for the castle with courage like he was a lion. As he got closer to the castle he began to see banners on the castle that were not his fathers, but he did not take the hint.
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