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WIDE VOCABULARY

1.clear blue sky turning gray


2. a personification for the smell of a freshly baked apple pie.
3. a simile for the taste of fried chicken
4. a metaphor for wine a grey frown clouding the sky
2. the aroma of the pie leaping into the air, tickling your nose and making your mouth water.
3. like spicy heaven in batter
4. red (or white) velvet The sky was the bluest of blues and there was a faint fragrant permeating from
the beautiful flowers that had bloomed that Spring.......the temperature had mellowed out and there
was a soft breeze blowing and it made for a very romantic atmosphere.
On a cold, winter day, I walked to the park wearing a grey trench coat. People passed and I could see
they were merry, for Christmas was on its way. As I reached the park, I saw kids throwing snowballs and
making snowmen while other people were ice skating and laughing. As I watched all of this, I was
thinking of my Christmas past, throwing snow balls with my sister, opening presents on Christmas Day,
and me in my youth laughing and enjoying the thought of my family together. Soon those happy times
were over so I left the park leaving behind all my memories with the knowledge that this, too, would
soon be a memory!
The clouds are like cotton candy swirling around ever so gently in a bowl. Moving calmly in the wind,
and moving further away from the trees and the sun. I hear the big, giants rustling in the cool, calm
breeze. Looking at the sun setting is so bright and yellow. I can't look away. Soon, the shading covers the
dark brown ground, and the cloud is a peach just beginning to ripen. The sunset is like a tiger beginning
to pounce on its prey. When I look at the trees they almost disappear into the night sky
The Lost Tree
The tree is a person standing alone in the darkness waiting for the sun to come out of hiding. It's as
lonely as a new student waiting to make friends. Clouds slowly start to pull apart as the sun peeks
around the corner. The creaky fence is a gate to the field of trees below. Barbwire sits ready to remind
anyone who comes close enough to stay away. All the rickety braches rock like a new born baby snug in
the arms of its mother gently swaying in a rocking chair. The sad tree waits as a single raindrop trickles
down the long healthy trunk. The sky darkens and is ready for the storm coming its way. It thunders and
booms and the dead grass lay motionless soaked. But the little tree still stands alone.




The Majestic Night
The moon shone brightly, like a candle illuminating a pitch black room. I lowered my gaze and set it on
the tall oak tree. It was either dead, or if it was winter, "sleeping". Its leafless branches extended toward
the sky like a frail cob web blowing in the wind. I shuddered, the moon was an orange, it was strangely
full, (if it were an orange it would burst with ripeness), and deep in color. It looked like a marmalade
kind of yellow, with a tint of red in it. It cast an evil glow across the sky. The sky was even stranger; it
was dull and cloudy, the clouds were plump, (and rather squashed looking) apples. (Or that's what they
looked like) and had a mix of fiery red, black, and blue. It was eerie, yet majestically beautiful. I stood
transfixed for a moment, sighed and started to walk off, dead leaves suffocating between my feet.
Elizabeth Drop When you glance down you can see a pond with water that is as clear as glass. It just
showered a rhythmical rain. A constant "drip drop" tells you that water droplets, clear and circular just
fell to the Earth. A leaf of pine green has an aqua drop that quickly falls down into the pond, like a ball
bouncing off of the surface with a quiet splash. The bronze colored fish frantically scatter to the edges of
the circular pool of water when the drop hits the surface. The cool refreshing water ripples as slowly as a
Rollie-Polly. The ripples are soldiers slowly dying in a war.-- Connie
Sandy Beach
The sparkly sea splashes up onto the sandy beach. The sand spreads across the beach like million of tiny
grains of salt, covered by shells the sea randomly washed up over the years. One is striped like a zebra
with blue. Another one is a sunset colored pink, orange and cream. Small sticks are scattered forming
many barriers against thedifferent shells. The sea is a bag of sunflower seeds with its salty aroma. I take
one last glance and slowly walk back to the car awaiting the next time I visit the beach.-- Alice
THE MOON
A white orb, an illuminant tear in the grand tapes try of black around it. It sits perched like a hawk,
staring through a blank, transparent window of fog that it is caged around, keeping its true celestial
splendor from the thousands of spectators, sleeping under the shadow of light it casts. Its radiance,
creeps around the blanket of mist that keeps it captivated from the land below it. It lies in the centre of
the sky, as a blanket of wonder tucks it in. High in the sky it sits the center of attention to the bright gray
and surrounding air. A silver quarter, falling through a dusty desk of black and gray. In the center, the
moon, and all around it, fog with he depth of space around it. She sits, waiting anxiously, ready for
anything. Her heart beats, waiting for the results. Cheering voices surround her, as she is waiting for the
awards. After her hard day of work, strain, and concentration she hears, 4th. . . 3rd. . .2nd. . . then, a
huge relief, 1st prize, her name is called. The grin on her face was lightning everyone's faces, for their
teammate had won. The coaches hug her, her teammates cheer loudly, it is the happiest day of her life,
now there is only one thing to do, go home, and keep working without forgetting the wonderful day
when she beat134 girls.-- Tessa joyfully, I dipped my foot into the cool, clear ocean on that scorching hot
day. The sun was beating down on me as the crystal blue water pulled the golden sand from between
my toes. As the wave tumbled closer, I stood up on the surfboard and fearfully rode toward the safety of
the shore.
The astonishing city of Paris, France gratifies your dreams of an amazing destination for an intermission.
Paris is a sensational place for a vacation at night because you can see all of the breath taking sites that
may intrigue you in the late night moon. One of the most note worthy destinations within Paris happens
to be the Eiffel Tower. The Eiffel Tower exemplifies your expedition to Paris because the glare of its
lights can be seen shining miles away. If you decide to voyage to the pinnacle of the tower you will be
unquestionably flabbergasted. Not to mention, at the peak you will most likely be dread fully exhausted
because of the long weary expedition to the pinnacle. Finally, at the very top of the tower it will seem as
though citizens are having dams shatter within them as everyone wavers in fright and tiny children weep
because of the elevation. All in all if you're looking for a luxurious destination for a celebration or an
anniversary look no further than Paris!



















Fear

Happy

Angry

Sad
...frozen with terror... ...he was ecstatic
over....
...furious over/with... ...felt wretched with
grief...
...a shiver ran down
her spine...
...was over the
moon...
...fuming mad... ...felt gloomy...
...was horrified by ... ...jumping with joy... ...he saw red... ...filled with misery...
...felt a sense of
dread...
...head was dizzy with
delight...
...mind was engulfed
by rage...
...broke down into
tears...
...all hairs on her body
stood on their ends...
...elated to ... ...boiling mad... ...was heart-rending to
see her...
...could feel the
impending danger...
...in high spirits... ...livid with rage... ...gloomy and
depressed...
...trembling with fear...
Shock Embarrassment Tired Hungry
...was surprised to... ...face turned beet red
with...
...worn out with
fatigue...
...ravenous for...
...amazed to find... ...dig herself a hole
and hide...
...could not muster up
a single ounce of
strength any more...
...feel the stomach
twisting and turning in
agony...
...unexpected... ...mortified to see... ...dog tired... ...stomach growling...
...astounded... ...could not bring
herself to meet his
eyes...
...limbs felt as if they
were chained to iron
shackles...
...as hungry as a wolf...
...famished...
...flabbergasted... ..ashamed... ...dragging himself on
limply...
...wolfed down his
food...
...was astonished... ...feel herself shrivel
up into a dried
prune...
...his body felt as if it
was made of lead...
...stomach was
begging for food...
Nervous/Excitement Pain Pride Temptation
...hands felt clammy... ...writhing in agony... ...sense of pleasure... ...could not resist...
...butterflies in the
stomach...
... knife was pierced
through the heart...
...surge of pride well
up...
...felt as if he was
being pulled over by
an invisible thread...
...tingling with
anxiety/excitement...
...stabbed forcefully
with a blunt knife...
...chest stuck out
proudly...
...unconsciously
gravitating towards...
...could hear his heart
throbbing loudly...
...keel over in gut
wrenching pain...
...conceited... ...irresistible...
...swallowed down a
gulp and...
...filled with agony... ...as proud as a
peacock...
...helplessly drawn
into/towards...
...jittery... ...sharp pain sear through... Envy
...beads of cold sweat were
dripping down...
...felt the pain shoot right to
his head...
...green with envy...
...pumping with adrenaline... ...the pain was excruciating... ...felt a pang of jealousy...

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