Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Descriptive writing

The moon is a big round ball 
Freckles are a small dots when they spread across your face.
His arms were like noodles as they lifted the heavy chair.
The stars are diamond as they twinkle in the night sky.
The storm was a monster as it clawed against my window.
The freshly mowed lawn was a scissor.
The noisy children were a soccer crowed as they raced through the museum.
I was a bowling bowl as I tiptoed across the wooden floor.
The river was a giant snakes as it twisted and turned down the mountain.
His cheeks were red like an apples as he chewed the giant wad of bubble gum.


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