|Text from Dandelions and Lindor's extra |
dark chocolate truffles. Both are very
The sound of the wind in the grass was like the sound of the rivers we’d known back home. Day and night the sound was in our ears.
Below are some sentences I wrote using page 4 from Dandelions as my mentor text. Somehow I started off with the sound of wind and ended up with the taste of truffles.
The sound of the snoring through his nose was like the sound of the motorcycles we’d heard on the highway. All night, every night, the sound was in our ears.
The sound of the yowling in the basement was like the sound of singing cats in heat. Day and night the cried were in our ears.
The fan blew around the smell of the room. Day and night the rotting stench was in our noses.
The taste of the fudge in my mouth was like the chocolate truffles I’d known back home. One by one, piece by piece, the squares of fudge disappeared behind my lips.