Literary Devices

Hopefully Heather will be happy on Halloween.

His face is like a greasy, cheese pizza.

The sunset was layered with pink, gold, and purple and the mist floated under the setting sun.

The jacket was so big it swallowed me.

Her hair is a waterfall of red lava.

I hate, hate, hate this class!

Love is a battlefield

This can't be happening. This can't be happening. This can't be happening!

When I was outside, I froze to death.

Mrs. Jones is so loud they can hear her in Japan!

The phone buzzed in my pocket.

The raindrops danced on my rooftop.

The stars are like powdered sugar sprinkling the sky

They slowly circled me, smiling sneakily.

Who cut the cheese?