Secrets of trevyalor
On Monday, I find a crimson feather carelessly left behind by a colourful woodpecker.
On Tuesday, I walked to an abandoned ruin where a black devilish crow perched on an oak tree is waiting for pray like a tiger
On Wednesday, I heard the running rush and splashing of colourless liquid dance gracefully like a pod of dolphins.
On Thursday, I tasted the loveliest lemon yellow gorse flower with the flavour of coconuts from the Bahamas.
On Friday, I see the beautiful,sly, burning- fire, furred fox snooping around as if looking for a lost treasure of ancient times.
On Saturday, I touched the squishy substance of the beige puff mushroom that felt like the softest cushion from a hotel of luxury.
On Saturday, I touched the squishy substance of the beige puff mushroom that felt like the softest cushion from a hotel of luxury.
On Sunday, I dream of the smallest elf tribe going on the their morning run as if they have been hibernating forever.
I really liked that you made the feather sound as if it were alive .
I like the simile about the crow and the picture it forms in my head
Amazing.
I loved how you use the word crimson in your Monday paragraph keep it up 👍!
I like that you added simile using like and as