Fill in the following sentences in your comment. Try to be creative and try to go for a comparison that is unexpected or makes us see the subject in a new way:
Don't tell my mom that her cookies taste like __________________.
Watching Katya dance is like ________________________.
The crumbs left on my plate are like _______________________.
Don’t tell my mom that her cookies taste like badly burnt cardboard that should’ve been dumped in the trash hours ago.
ReplyDeleteWatching Kayla dance is like watching a dolphin frolic gracefully in the water.
The crumbs left on my plate are like islands spread out in the ocean.
Don't tell my mom that her cookies taste like wood just before it turns to ash.
ReplyDeleteWatching Katya dance is like seeing freedom and movement in harmony, spinning.
The crumbs left on my plate are like clouds scattered across the sky.
Don't tell my mom that her cookies taste like burnt toast, cooked 5 minutes too many.
ReplyDeleteWatching Katya dance is like watching a graceful bird in flight.
The crumbs left on my plate are like pieces of broken glass shattered across the floor.
Don't tell my mom that her cookies taste like that cake aunt Lisa tried to make you for your birthday last year.
ReplyDeleteWatching Katya dance is like, well, frankly, it's like watching two pigeons fighting over stale bread.
The crumbs left on my plate are like the little drops of rain left on windows after a storm.
Don't tell my mom that her cookies taste like burnt hair and sweaty underwear.
ReplyDeleteWatching Katya dance is like watching the sun rise up into the sky.
The crumbs left on my plate are like the kids who didn't get picked for the dodgeball game.
Don't tell my mom that her cookies taste like someone dropped them in pickle juice and tried to make up for it by adding a sick amount of extra sprinkles.
ReplyDeleteWatching Katya dance is like watching the stars illuminate the dead night.
The crumbs left on my plate are like the aftermath of a vicious hurricane.
Don't tell mom that her cookies taste like Christmas morning.
ReplyDeleteWatching Katya dance is like seeing a leaf fall from a tree, very graceful.
The crumbs left on my plate are like the few people in the world who understand.
Don't tell my mom that her cookies taste like ashes crumbling in my mouth.
ReplyDeleteWatching Kayla dance is like watching little children running around at the park, so playful.
The crumbs left on my plate are lonely and lost like the few survivors of the hurricane.
Don't tell my mom that her cookies taste like something that doesn't taste good.
ReplyDeleteWatching Katya dance is like eating nails.
The crumbs left on my plate are like pebbles, because I ate rocks.
Don't tell my mom that her cookies taste like trolls that live under a bridge.
ReplyDeleteWatching Katya dance is like watching an angel flutter around, giving off many different colors.
The crumbs left on my plate are like remnants on a battlefield, after a huge war.
Don't tell your mom that her cookies taste like raw snails.
ReplyDeleteWatching Katya dance is like watching a race car go airborne and catch flames.
The crumbs left on my plate are like my last little gold fish who hasn't died from unknown causes.
Don't tell my mom that her cookies taste like a spoon full of dirt.
ReplyDeleteWatching Katya dance is like watching a guy with long hair get electricuted.
The crumbs left on my plate are like the remnants of my memories of my house before it caught on fire.
Don't tell my mom that her cookies taste like an oreo milkshake made of dirt.
ReplyDeleteWatching Katya dance is like watching a shooting star soar across the sky.
The crumbs left on my plate are like the leaves on the trees at the start of winter.