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message 1: by E.C. (new)

E.C. Kraeft (goodreadscomeckraeft) | 31 comments Just an exercise. Take the sentence below and add to it or fix it with subtle changes and see how much information you can add in little ways.

Frank walked through the door.


message 2: by Ri (new)

Ri Frank walked nervously through the door.


message 3: by E.C. (new)

E.C. Kraeft (goodreadscomeckraeft) | 31 comments Frank bolted nervously through the barn door.


message 4: by Hallie (new)

Hallie (inkyhallie) Frank bolted nervously through the barn door, hoping he would not see his parents for the rest of the day.


message 5: by Ri (new)

Ri Frank bolted nervously through the barn door, hoping with all his might that he would not see his parents for the rest of day.


message 6: by E.C. (new)

E.C. Kraeft (goodreadscomeckraeft) | 31 comments I like how everyone has their own take. Try this one.

The wind blew Cara's hair.


message 7: by Hallie (new)

Hallie (inkyhallie) The cold wind blew Cara's hair.


message 8: by E.C. (new)

E.C. Kraeft (goodreadscomeckraeft) | 31 comments The cold wind blasted Cara's hair against her face.


message 9: by Leo (new)

Leo (owlseeyoulater) | 25 comments The frigid wind whipped Cara's hair against her face, but she forced herself on through the storm.


message 10: by TessaMarie (new)

TessaMarie Beard | 0 comments The frigid wind whipped Cara's hair against her face, but she simply hugged the small sleeping parcel in her hands tighter against her warm body and forced herself to continue on through the storm.


message 11: by Sandy (new)

Sandy Frediani The hot wind from the advancing inferno of the wildfire blew wisps of Cara's fiery red hair around her face, the long strands dancing as if calling to the entities within the firestorm.


message 12: by Leo (new)

Leo (owlseeyoulater) | 25 comments A backdraft followed Cara out of the cabin and into the pines, the firestorm from within herself trailing behind her dancing form like long tendrils of hair, igniting everything.


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