My mouth waters from the smell of lovely fishnchips I hold my self back. Finally I attack . The chips shriek HELP. I crunched, the potato squeezed through my mouth. It was as hot as an oven on high. I had a fish. It crunched like at the car crushers. The fish swam down my throat.
2 comments:
I love personifacation you put in your writing
GB Room22
great work j.b
e.w
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