Student Work 09-10
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Mimic Writing
The following sentences were written by 6th grade students using adult sentences as guidelines. Students worked both collaboratively and independently to mimic the style or format of each sentence. Our goal is to improve our sentence style and vocabulary- look for similes, personification, and overall great word choice.
Week One:
Professional writing:
The morning mist, silver and silent, crept in among the meadow’s wildflowers, grasses and oaks like a mysterious stranger.
Ours:
The evening rain, dark and heavy, flung hailstones toward the drowning plants in the valley, like and angry god.
The wind whispered among the branches like a small child, telling me ‘Come on, play with me.’
The rain, coming upon us wet and cold, crept across my shoulder like a kidnapper taking me away.
The neon colors, bright and beautiful, popped off the collage like colorful fireworks.
The drifting snowflakes, light and fluffy, took each other along across the cottage roofs and smoky chimneys like a sly snake slithering in the sky.
The flowing water, graceful and fast, ran through the forest, providing for all, like a mother providing for her child.
The winter snow, white and cold, allowed kids to play in it, their ruby red noses like Rudolph.
The gorgeous sun, lying at the end of the ocean, shone on the silk, sparkling on the skin of the dolphins like diamonds in the sea.
Snow, so soft and white like diamonds slowly dropping from the sky, allowed children to make angels in its beauty.
Professional writing:
Gazing upon the slippers, ruby-red and sparkling like fiery stars, she clicked them together three times and wished to return to Kansas.
Ours:
Staring into the clouds, fluffy and fat like the softest pillow on my bed, I daydreamed about the moment my head would lay to rest on my pillows tonight.
Looking upon the dress, beautiful and bright like a star in the night sky, she wished to look like a star in her personality.
Gazing upon the amusement park, screaming and yelling was heard by the people of Ohio, fear in their eyes as if they are watching a tornado come near.
Staring at the lake, shimmery and crystal clear like the diamond now sparkling on her finger, she turns to her new husband, kissing him sweetly, enjoying their first shared sunset.
Week Two:
Professional writing:
The summer day, long and hot, had finally ended in a torrent of angry rain.
The August rain, angry and merciless, pelted the young cornstalks into the soggy earth.
Ours:
The July fireworks, brilliant and boisterous, boasted of their vibrant strength as they sailed independently across the night blue sky.
The spring flowers, exhilarant and perfumed, sprang from the fertile earth to brighten the barren field.
The night sky, dark and cold, had finally receded into a disdainful horizon of brilliant color.
The spring leaves, green and bright, had filled the air with a natural taste of fresh mint.
The April rain, misty and calm, whispered over the thick-stemmed sunflowers, their bright yellow leaves seeking nourishment.
The scorching summer day, seeming interminable, suddenly turned into a punishing downpour.
The autumn wind, strong and powerful, mercilessly knocked over anything in its path.
The great fire, red and hot, killed the buildings made of wood.
The gloomy day, sorrowful and solemn, had finally reached its twilight as the sun reached its hand through the darkness.
The gloomy day, sorrowful and solemn, had finally reached its twilight when the sun awakened and dispersed the pain in my heart.
The blue ocean, still and calm, swayed the person into memories of childhood.
Blissful sleep, restful and breathtaking, took hold of me as I lay in a still bed.
The frightening storm, thunderous and scorching, knocked down the oak trees like bowling pins.
The frightening storm, thunderous and scorching, ripped the stout oak tree from the ground, knocking it to its knees.
The chilly winter day, bright and brilliant, was like walking on the grounds of heaven.
The spring flowers, exhilarated and sweetly scented, finally sprang from a field of memories.
The winter snow, white and sparkling, had finally ended with a boisterous thunderclap.
The twirling tornado, ferocious and gray, tore the maple tree from its roots, knocking it to its knees.
The winter hail, harsh and strong, pounded across the playground, devouring our excitement at being outside.
The spring leaves, colorful and swift, had finally fallen off the big oak tree, begging us to rake them into jump-in piles.
The spring leaves, colorful and crunchy, had finally fallen off the stout oak tree as the wind blew softly, moving the leaves gradually.
The spring rain pooled into puddles in which your smiling reflection appeared.
The winter hail, harsh and strong, pounded the school playground like a bully.
The January weather, chilly and windy, crept up on people walking as slowly as snails.
The dark day, cloudy and deadly, had finally blinded the earth with an interminable tornado.
The cloudy day, blinding and dreadful, took away everyone’s breath, horrific winds blowing away the folks below.
The winter day, icy and blistering, had begun wretchedly, slapping the men’s faces with frostbitten fingers.
The wretched sea, dreadful and hateful, had finally calmed, with one last wave of tremendous power sinking three ships and damaging four.
The horrid storm, deadly and dangerous, had finally stopped in a tremendous hailstorm.