Quick Explanation:
- To create an interesting story, the writer needs to show not tell the reader about people, places, and things they are writing about.
- Showing creates mental pictures in the reader’s mind.
- When readers get a clear picture, they are more engaged in the writer’s story.
I was shivering throughout my body. My legs were trembling as I cautiously shuffled towards the microphone. It was only when I itched my nose that I realized I was sweating. My heart was thumping more than a set of drums. I have become completely paralyzed. I finally muttered a word... "Uh, hi?" Yes, I did say hi as a question. The eyes of the audience burned through my confidence like lasers. Butterflies had spawned in my stomach.
By Grace H
A sick feeling swims around in my stomach like a goldfish. I shake like a natural disaster. I sway side to side, screaming quietly inside myself. My feet roll outwards, back and forth and I fidget with my hands shaking unconditionally. I feel light headed and everything goes dark, as if I am in a deep sleep.
By Letitia H
My whole body feels like an earthquake, swaying side to side, back and forth. My heart pounding with every step I take. My palms are sweating as I play with them,. I am lightheaded. I start to speak, I mumble a few sentences but no real words come out. Nervousness has taken over again.
By Hannah S
A shiver went down my spine. I could feel my hands sweating like crazy. I thought my legs were going to break as it felt like there was an earthquake beneath me. It felt like my stomach was in a knot. It felt like the whole world was looking, starring, and judging me. I felt the walls closing in on me. I felt as if there was a kangaroo jumping up and down on a trampoline in my stomach.
By Kiara K
I am sweltering with sweat. My palms are coated with perspiration. Although I feel hot, my face is frozen with fear. My heart beats faster. My hands shivered as the tension builds up inside me.
By Rallen L
I am drowning in my own sweat. Perspiration rushes out of my palms. Fear freezes my face. My hands won't keep still as the tension devours inside me.
By Victor P
My teeth are chattering. I have got flapping butterflies in my stomach. I'm sweating so much I'm constantly having to wipe my forehead with my sleeve. My hearts pounding rapidly against my chest, I feel it moving up towards my throat. I'm trying to convince myself of the positive side of things.
By James A
No comments:
Post a Comment