These are similes and metaphors for something I can see, someone special to me and something I hate.
It is as cold as ice. The light shines off of its white glow. The dull streaks of the cleaning have made it look like lines of clouds in the sky. It is hard and flat. It is a table.
My sister, Hailey, is as sweet as an angel. She smells like flowers. She is a beautiful child. She is one of the strongest people I know. She doesn’t Let anything, even cancer, get her down. Her light brown hair, with patches of bald, shines in the sun while she plays outside. Her small body is almost a bean pole. Hailey’s tiny brown freckles brighten up her little face. Hailey is a rose in a garden of weeds.
Peanut butter smells like dirty feet. When I look at chunky peanut butter, it looks like vomit. When I see or smell it, it makes me instantly sick. The brown makes me think of baby poop. It is dirt.
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