Please take some time to post any beautiful phrases/paragraphs you have come across on various types of feelings (eg facial expressions, thoughts and actions to do with feelings) here.
WXinY (FEAR) -There was a knot in her stomach and her whole body was rigid.
-She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. She could feel the scream welling up inside her as the two men closed in on her. The room was spinning, her heart raced, but still she couldn't scream.
the tears came quick and fell fast, sliding down my face like sweat and plopping on my broken knees like hot heavy beads. I was shaking from the inside out, shivering with uncontrollable grief and pain. Sorrow gripped my chest and my throat. i cried until i felt empty but the misery is still there, consuming me from the inside out
my eyes filled quickly and suddenly, the wetness spilled over and gushed down my cheeks like overflowing rivers after a flash flood. My shoulders quaked and rolled like thunder and the first cry to escape my lips was short and sharp, like a crack of lightning. My grief has become me, there is nothing else. My voice was a noisy feral wail that takes over and shakes my like a limp toy
Pattric raised his eyesbrows like he didn't quite believe me. I smiled at him and turned away, so he could not see the small tear thretening to trickle down from my eye
I admit I am not normally that happy on my way to school, it is school after all. I had something dancing in my mind that morning, something that made not just my day, but my whole life, seem more worthwhile.
Feeling I could feel anger scratching around inside me. Anger pulsing through him. Their face ashen with fear. Questions raged through him. Fractured images,memories,fear,pain,all came crashing together in my mind.
-Agony ripped off his face. -All my hope faded like a fog in the sunshine. -Anxiety creeping back into my stomach, twisting it into uncomfortable positions. -Fear spread like a fire in a dry bush. -Blood flooded my cheeks. -
"Will they ever let me see her?" I asked. My hands were shaking so hard that I had to tuck them tighter under my arms. My words were trembling too but there was no way to hide them except to swaloow and bite them harder on my lip.
She lay in bed staring with sore eyes into the dimness lit by a small light on the far wall. She could not cry. All ger tears had been scorched away. But her heart felt as if it had been torn open.
She picked up her paperback copy of The Golden Compass and stared at a few chapters. But her brain refused to focus; the words bled into one another like damp watercolors left in the rain. What else was there to distract her? She didn't feel like doodling.
"Mr Muddle!What on earth are you doing!" cried Mrs Fanny,grabbing a broomstick and swinging perilously at him.Her face was the color of molten lava and she gritted her teeth.Mr Muddle could see smokes billowing out of her ears and nose.He slipped out of the cottage and dash down the street, with Mrs Fanny hot on his heels.His heart was throbbing wildly and ran even faster,hurdled over a fence.But he tripped and crashed,head first.He groaned in agony and clutched his head."Now that you have learn your lesson, next time don't you dare to muddle again,"said Mrs Fanny,flinging the broomstick away.
Aro's and Caius's clouded red eyes flickered across our line. I read dissapointment in Aro's face as his gaze roved over our faces again and again, looking for one that was missing. Chagrin tightened his lips.
felt himself pinned down, like an insect under a microscope
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......give me the creeps
ReplyDeleteFacial expressions:
ReplyDeleteHis face, twisted into a hostile frown, was curiously ugly; greasy hair, watery eyes and pale, lifless skin.
WXinY
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-There was a knot in her stomach and her whole body was rigid.
-She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. She could feel the scream welling up inside her as the two men closed in on her. The room was spinning, her heart raced, but still she couldn't scream.
the tears came quick and fell fast, sliding down my face like sweat and plopping on my broken knees like hot heavy beads. I was shaking from the inside out, shivering with uncontrollable grief and pain. Sorrow gripped my chest and my throat. i cried until i felt empty but the misery is still there, consuming me from the inside out
ReplyDeletemy eyes filled quickly and suddenly, the wetness spilled over and gushed down my cheeks like overflowing rivers after a flash flood. My shoulders quaked and rolled like thunder and the first cry to escape my lips was short and sharp, like a crack of lightning. My grief has become me, there is nothing else. My voice was a noisy feral wail that takes over and shakes my like a limp toy
ReplyDeleteEven though I loathed and despised Jeb, I still felt as though I had an anvil on my chest.
ReplyDeleteI took another deep breath through clenched jaws.(is it a feelings' phrase?)
feeling an excitement overshadowing my fatigue and the dark weight of what had happened.
I felt kind of optimistic. Despite everything.
also extracted from the story school's out forever by james patterson
Pattric raised his eyesbrows like he didn't quite believe me. I smiled at him and turned away, so he could not see the small tear thretening to trickle down from my eye
ReplyDeleteI admit I am not normally that happy on my way to school, it is school after all. I had something dancing in my mind that morning, something that made not just my day, but my whole life, seem more worthwhile.
ReplyDeleteFeeling
ReplyDeleteI could feel anger scratching around inside me.
Anger pulsing through him.
Their face ashen with fear.
Questions raged through him.
Fractured images,memories,fear,pain,all came crashing together in my mind.
-Agony ripped off his face.
ReplyDelete-All my hope faded like a fog in the sunshine.
-Anxiety creeping back into my stomach, twisting it into uncomfortable positions.
-Fear spread like a fire in a dry bush.
-Blood flooded my cheeks.
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Dear Couragers,
ReplyDeletePlease don't take short cuts and just copy from creative writing guide books. You should be writing in paragraphs.
Fear:
ReplyDelete"Will they ever let me see her?" I asked. My hands were shaking so hard that I had to tuck them tighter under my arms. My words were trembling too but there was no way to hide them except to swaloow and bite them harder on my lip.
Sad:
ReplyDeleteShe lay in bed staring with sore eyes into the dimness lit by a small light on the far wall. She could not cry. All ger tears had been scorched away. But her heart felt as if it had been torn open.
Sad:
ReplyDeleteShe picked up her paperback copy of The Golden Compass and stared at a few chapters. But her brain refused to focus; the words bled into one another like damp watercolors left in the rain. What else was there to distract her? She didn't feel like doodling.
(when you were being kidnapped and felt
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I closed my eyes as ice flooded my veins. How would we ever get out of here?
(when you hoped that someone was lying but you found out that that person was indeed lying):
ReplyDeleteThe hope on Kelly's face evaporated and was replaced by utter disapointment.
"Mr Muddle!What on earth are you doing!" cried Mrs Fanny,grabbing a broomstick and swinging perilously at him.Her face was the color of molten lava and she gritted her teeth.Mr Muddle could see smokes billowing out of her ears and nose.He slipped out of the cottage and dash down the street, with Mrs Fanny hot on his heels.His heart was throbbing wildly and ran even faster,hurdled over a fence.But he tripped and crashed,head first.He groaned in agony and clutched his head."Now that you have learn your lesson, next time don't you dare to muddle again,"said Mrs Fanny,flinging the broomstick away.
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ReplyDeleteAro's and Caius's clouded red eyes flickered across our line. I read dissapointment in Aro's face as his gaze roved over our faces again and again, looking for one that was missing. Chagrin tightened his lips.
ReplyDeleteextracted from :breaking dawn by stephenie meyer
A piercing,blood-curdling shreik spilt the silence.the book was screaming.Harry felt the blood drain out of his face.
ReplyDeleteI was so furious that my vision took on a strange reddish tint, and my tongue tasted like burning metal.
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