There was a dog whose wagging tail was responsible for making amends on behalf of the yapping, sniffing front end providing a friendly how-are you and a heartfelt so sorry with a wave of its bushy tail.
In marched one of the sisters whose sharp elbows, jutting out in all directions, were firmly decided that the room was full of lazy, stupid people; they pointed to the exits and stabbed the soft flesh of anyone not moving.
I am religiously trying to write a stunning sentence every week based on the ones you provide and unpack but I prefer not to post them, if you don’t mind. I imagine there are lots of other members who are also nervous about posting their efforts. Thanks for these sentences: as well as supercharging my daily walks you are helping me to experience literature so much more intensely.
There is a maple tree, whose muscular limbs, branching from a lichen laced trunk, are unaware of their job to hold up the blue winter sky; they are busy dripping sweet sap through the tin spile into the tin bucket, hung on the spile by their true love, Sam.
There was a dog whose wagging tail was responsible for making amends on behalf of the yapping, sniffing front end providing a friendly how-are you and a heartfelt so sorry with a wave of its bushy tail.
In marched one of the sisters whose sharp elbows, jutting out in all directions, were firmly decided that the room was full of lazy, stupid people; they pointed to the exits and stabbed the soft flesh of anyone not moving.
Oh how I adore your sentence autopsies!
I am religiously trying to write a stunning sentence every week based on the ones you provide and unpack but I prefer not to post them, if you don’t mind. I imagine there are lots of other members who are also nervous about posting their efforts. Thanks for these sentences: as well as supercharging my daily walks you are helping me to experience literature so much more intensely.
Great lesson! Here’s mine
There is a maple tree, whose muscular limbs, branching from a lichen laced trunk, are unaware of their job to hold up the blue winter sky; they are busy dripping sweet sap through the tin spile into the tin bucket, hung on the spile by their true love, Sam.
And the assembled cliches chuckled at their own non present prescience groaning in tumbling delight as is their habit n'est ce pas....