“He felt she was walking in a circle about him, turning him end for end, shaking him quietly, and emptying his pockets, without once moving himself.” (Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451, page 6)
High-stepping and splashing, the rain running down our faces, I'd slip-swish behind Mama through the newly green grass. (Libby Moore Gray, My Mama Had a Dancing Heart)
Hating himself, repulsed by what he was doing, Harry forced the goblet back toward Dumbledore's mouth and tipped it for Dumbledore to drink the remainder of the horrible potion inside. (J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince)
Swollen to the top of its banks, clouded dark brown with silt, belching dirt and stones, and carrying blown branches along in its torrent, it had turned into an ugly, angered river. (Bill and Vera Cleaver, Where the Lilies Bloom)
"Going to sleep, I used to imagine the spider creeping down, crawling into my mouth, sliding down my throat, and laying loads of eggs in my belly." Cirque du Freak by Darren Shan, p. 1
"The world tilted, then flipped, and he felt the heavy jolt of the ground popping his chin and chipping off the end of a tooth." Football Hero by Tim Green, p. 9.
"The festival, reaching a crescendo now on its last night, was like a terrible storm that couldn't be stopped; one could only wait for it to blow over, and there would be plenty to clean up afterward." (Frank Peretti's This Present Darkness, p. 10)
"It ran, its pelvic bones crushing aside trees and bushes, its taloned feet clawing damp earth, leaving prints six inches deep wherever it settled its weight." (Ray Bradburgy, "A Sound of Thunder," Glencoe Literature, Course Five, page 321.
"I scuttled as fast as my hooves could take me, crashing heroically through several bushes, as if it didn't hurt one bit..." The Pig Scrolls by Paul Shipton page 4
"More precisely, it landed in a bowl of lentil soup, splashing all over the man who had unwisely been about to spoon the soup in the general direction of his mouth." ~The Pig Scrolls by Paul Shipton page 54
A breeze rushes over the desert, rustling the leaves. –from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
The moon slips from behind the mountains, drowning out some of the stars. –from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
And here comes the Ironton County Mobile Library on Wheels, rolling along, headed toward Florentin. Kicking up red dust behind it. –from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
FOR MORE THAN AN HOUR NOW, I have been in my tree, clutching Anne of Green Gables, not even reading it, and hating Uncle Hyrum. –from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
Fear races up the back of my spine, stopping at my hair. –from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
"About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examinine precious stones through eyeglasses."
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, page 73
"The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban."
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, page 194
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“He felt she was walking in a circle about him, turning him end for end, shaking him quietly, and emptying his pockets, without once moving himself.” (Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451, page 6)
High-stepping and splashing, the rain running down our faces, I'd slip-swish behind Mama through the newly green grass. (Libby Moore Gray, My Mama Had a Dancing Heart)
Hating himself, repulsed by what he was doing, Harry forced the goblet back toward Dumbledore's mouth and tipped it for Dumbledore to drink the remainder of the horrible potion inside. (J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince)
He sat by the windows, hunched down in a rocking chair, scowling, waiting. (Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird)
Swollen to the top of its banks, clouded dark brown with silt, belching dirt and stones, and carrying blown branches along in its torrent, it had turned into an ugly, angered river. (Bill and Vera Cleaver, Where the Lilies Bloom)
"Standing all alone on the shore, Colt felt his anger smoldering." Ben Mikaelsen Touching Spirit Bear p. 24
"Going to sleep, I used to imagine the spider creeping down, crawling into my mouth, sliding down my throat, and laying loads of eggs in my belly."
Cirque du Freak by Darren Shan, p. 1
"The world tilted, then flipped, and he felt the heavy jolt of the ground popping his chin and chipping off the end of a tooth."
Football Hero by Tim Green, p. 9.
"The festival, reaching a crescendo now on its last night, was like a terrible storm that couldn't be stopped; one could only wait for it to blow over, and there would be plenty to clean up afterward." (Frank Peretti's This Present Darkness, p. 10)
"It ran, its pelvic bones crushing aside trees and bushes, its taloned feet clawing damp earth, leaving prints six inches deep wherever it settled its weight."
(Ray Bradburgy, "A Sound of Thunder," Glencoe Literature, Course Five, page 321.
"Without waiting for me to explain, my mother dragged me along, tugging on my hair."
~Alice Hoffman, Incantation, page 10
"I scuttled as fast as my hooves could take me, crashing heroically through several bushes, as if it didn't hurt one bit..."
The Pig Scrolls by Paul Shipton page 4
"Clearly starved for entertainment, a knot of children searched for amusingly shaped vegetables."
~The Pig Scrolls by Paul Shipton page 9
"More precisely, it landed in a bowl of lentil soup, splashing all over the man who had unwisely been about to spoon the soup in the general direction of his mouth."
~The Pig Scrolls by Paul Shipton page 54
"We fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by the sounds of chomping."
~The Pig Scrolls by Paul Shipton page 58
A breeze rushes over the desert, rustling the leaves.
–from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
The moon slips from behind the mountains, drowning out some of the stars.
–from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
And here comes the Ironton County Mobile Library on Wheels, rolling along, headed toward Florentin. Kicking up red dust behind it.
–from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
FOR MORE THAN AN HOUR NOW, I have been in my tree, clutching Anne of Green Gables, not even reading it, and hating Uncle Hyrum.
–from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
Fear races up the back of my spine, stopping at my hair.
–from The Chosen One by Carol Lynch Williams
"About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examinine precious stones through eyeglasses."
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, page 73
"The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban."
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, page 194
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