Descriptive Writing
As the teacher held the the package in front of my face, I slowly reached inside to get a blueberry. As soon as I grabbed it I could feel a wet substance on my fingertips. I raised my hand closer to my face and smelt a fresh sweet scent. The blueberry felt mushy like a squishy ball. A sour sweet taste filled my mouth, as I slowly bit into the berry. The berry tasted graceful, my face glew up with glee.
1 comments:
I really like your piece of writing here but don't you think you could improve it a bit? I like your use of words and I don't think blueberries are to bad I quite like them actually. I would love to watch you blogging next time. Cheers!
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