Emotion
Andy scrunched his eyebrows together, he gritted his teeth and glared. His skin turned a bright red making him look like a raging demon.
Andy was angry
In came Tessa. She nodded politely in all directions, and it seemed like she acknowledged every single person with a warm smile, directed at them personally.
Tessa was polite/lovely/well-mannered.
Late at night I wandered down a hall I could barely make out. The hair on the back of my neck stood up when I couldn't make out any shapes or figures.
He rarely talked, and when he saw the kids playing, he just let a grunt out of the corner of his mouth.
he was a grumpy/mean man
Roger’s foot was tapping a steady rhythm onto the ground, and later he started doodling on a sheet of paper. It seemed to him like the hour would never pass.
Roger was bored.
The Ferris wheel had silly clowns painted on its sides, and its baskets had little umbrellas in red, green and blue as canopies.
The Ferris wheel looked fun/exciting.
I enter the field through a hole in the wired fence. A huge divot in the earth sends me tumbling down onto my hands and knees. Long stalks of grass obscure my vision. Dozens of bugs, flying insects, and beetles scatter away from the first visitor they've had in who knows how long.
The field was abandoned/destroyed/in poor shape.
Erika looked him straight in the eye and said: “You still haven’t returned my book about climate change. What are you waiting for, the polar caps to melt?”
Erika was annoyed/frustrated
Tyler shivered and pulled up his flannel scarf. The wind wicked heat from his exposed skin. In that moment he regretted how quickly he had left his apartment.
Tyler was poorly dressed for the weather.
Piles and piles of boxes, totes, and miscellaneous bags made the attic seem smaller than it was. A heavy coat of gray dust blurred the lines of where one artifact ended and began. In the corner, I spied old children's toys and last year's Christmas decorations.
The attic was dirty/cluttered. OR nobody goes in the attic.
He sat alone in the corner of the classroom, gazing longingly at his peers. When it came time to split into groups for an activity, he dragged his feet to the desk far away from his friends. He clamped his lips as hard as he could to prevent a single word from escaping.
Kara leaned away from the casserole, covering her mouth in the crook of her elbow as she tried not to gag. She stepped away to fan herself at once with her button nose turned up towards the sky.
Kara was disgusted.
Elizabeth glared at Peter's restless leg thumping underneath the table. His eyes were darting around the room at the speed of light. There were rumors he had pulled an all-nighter the day before. She passed him in the hall on the way to class as he ducked into the food court.
Peter was hyped up on caffine.
Dark trash piled up around Randy in all sorts of grotesque forms, like he was walking a deep abyss. Crooked shadows seemed to be on the hunt, and the nasty smell of plastic litter and food remains stung in his nose.
The dump/trash yard at night was creepy/unsettling/scary.
The crowd let out an anguished wail and huddled together. Tears streamed down their faces, lips downturned into permanent frowns. Whatever was in that field made them tremble like wet kittens.
They were terrified.
Austin approached the bench after a moment of hesitation with his hands gripped together. You could hear a pen drop in the room. The judge droned on with his suggestions and solutions. Austin's eyebrow's drew together and he began chewing the inside of his cheek.
Austin was apprehensive.
Iggy and Walter were practically joined at the hip after their friendship had braved the test of time. When they went to pay their check after lunch at Applebees, the waitress only spoke to Walter and offered Iggy a packaged coloring page with crayons.
Walter was twice Iggy's age. OR Iggy was very younger than Walter.
The waterfall was 300 feet/100 meters high, and the cascade dropped down from the sharp cliff with roaring thunder. Rays of sunlight danced with the mist and transformed into shimmering prisms. If this was a movie, there would be a triumphant swell of music in the background.
The waterfall looked majestic/cinematic/beautiful.
He would never hurt a fly, in fact, he rescued them often from the thunderous slaps of fly-swatters in the hands of his siblings. When he saw one curled up on a windowsill or stuck to ribbons of sticky yellow paper, he always shed a tear. His siblings teased and bullied him for wearing his heart on his sleeve, so he turned in on himself and covered his ears.
He was sensitive/empathetic/kind.