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This week was filled with turmoil, everyone confused

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This week was filled with turmoil, everyone confused

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The stitches were tiny and complicated, and each section, a slight variation in color, so that deep green slowly turned into a lighter shade. The colors combined to form an exquisite pattern of trees. A forest.

I like how the

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"Ca-lam-i-ty
[Kuh-Lam-ih-tee]

An unexpected,
undesirable event;
often physically injuries

As in: if JB hadn't been acting
so silly and
playing around,
he would have cut
one lock
instead of five
and avoided
this calamity.

As in: The HUGE bald patch
on the side
of my head
is a dreadful
calamity

As in: After the game
Mom almost has a fit
When she sees my hair,"

I think this is a good idea to define a word like this in a writing of yours as its unique

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Two minutes later we were crouched behind the trees of the Eagles back door. my heart thumped like a techno drumbeat.
the simile is good.

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Nervously, tentatively, the dog leaned forward. Its ears were upright, alert, its eyes on John's hand holding the treat.

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Nervously, tentatively, the dog leaned forward. Its ears were upright, alert, its eyes on John's hand holding the treat.

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I like how the author described the dog as he was going to take a treat from John's hand. I think it is great word choice.
Book - Gossamer

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"A panicked teen boy held the door to the kitchen open, his acne-riddled face resembling the genetic pizza pictures scattered through out the restaurant." I Admired how the author used the setting in his description of the boys face. I can visualize both, the boys face and the picture.

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Someone...
Them....
People...

"He asked me to kill someone."
"So what?"
"So what? How can you say that?"
Tara turned around "They're just people!"

I like this piece because although someone and them and people doesn't distinguish a person from being different by definition, the author uses these words to do exactly that.

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"Asleep, they sprawled motionless, always lying pressed against their siblings for reassurance." I like how the author helps you really picture this moment about the puppy's.

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The door creaked open. A potbellied man with thin hair, sagging jowls, and a weak old beard squinted into the sunlight. 

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The door creaked open. A potbellied man with thin hair, sagging jowls, and a weak old beard squinted into the sunlight. 

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I like how they used descriptive words that showed how the character looked.
Farrah

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A large, bulbous creature the size of a cow but with no distinct shape twisted and seethed along the ground in the corridor outside.

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A large, bulbous creature the size of a cow but with no distinct shape twisted and seethed along the ground in the corridor outside.

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Andrew Olsen
I liked how he used high level words to describe his surroundings.

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It was like my life was on repeat--playing over and over and over again.
I like how this uses repetition and its descriptive but keeps it simple. It allows you to feel what he is feeling with the same things happening multiple times and unable to escape the circle of hard things happening to him

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Dumbledore put his fingertips together again and said no more. Fudge glared at him, evidently, incensed.

The author added this really calm and unexpected moment after a fight during Harry's trial.

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"What if the place caught on fire? If Jack fell down the elevator shaft and fractured his skull? What if---?

(what if we have a wonderful time now stop it, Winnifred!)"

I like how the author interrupted the character thoughts with more powerful thoughts.

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My blade hit the base of Luke's and I twisted, putting my whole weight into a downward thrust.
Clang.
Luke's sword rattled against the stones. The tip of my blade an inch from his undefended chest.

Good imagery in this paragraph.

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the kind of...
the sort of...
I  couldn't do anything except curl up like a ball on the floor of the barn and lie there,crying. The kind of tears that burn your eyes,and the sort of sobs that make your chest ache so that you're sure it's going to bust open.
I like how she was describing the types of tears that people can have.