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First published November 9, 2012
He grabbed the hold of a nearby candelabrum as they passed its oak perch and turned to hold out a proffered arm. (An oak “perch” for a candelabrum. How charming.)
Really, with drool on the side of her face, curls a bushy nest around her head. (“[D]rool on the side of her face” made me laugh.)
They’re simply a hashout-out of your thoughts, a mental throw-up of your subconscious. (A “mental throw-up” makes for an interesting word picture. . . . )
Her eyes misted over in their new annoying habit. (An great way to describe Amie’s frequent crying.)
In the past, Amie had gotten pretty decent at making a stumble resemble a modern dance move. (Many readers will readily identify with Amie here. . . .)
She awoke to the rain begging loudly to be let inside. (Funny.)
Slaine called out to the growing puddle of people. (I found a “puddle of people” to be quite creative.)
He puffed on his pipe, smoke filling the space between them in thick ginger-scented clouds. (I like the “ginger-scented clouds.” I can see and smell them!)