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DIALOGUE
Figurative lang.
Brushstrokes
100

It was a warm, sunny day on oawerf farm, and the bright green grass shone vividly through the farm.

SETTING

100

You're not gonna get this one right! Bob yelled at you.

"You're not gonna get this one right!" Bob yelled at you.

100

What type of figurative language is this?

I'm gonna die it's so HOOOOOOOOT! It's almost 300 degrees, CELCIUS!

HYPERBOLE

100

The building, my office, was being torn down in front of my own eyes.

APPOSITIVE

200

He ran through the grass, down the hill, sweat streaming down his face. He had to get to his apprenticeship in time.

ACTION

200

"You're doing TERRIBLE"! Tricia yelled to impair your morale.

"You're doing TERRIBLE!" Tricia yelled to impair your morale.

200

What type of figurative language is this? 

It was like a heavenly angel was calling out to him.

SIMILE

200

The astronaut, my father, flew in the 2037 Ares VII mission to mars.

APPOSITIVE

300

"Farmer Bob's son, I presume?" The man asked.

"Yes. I am Bob P. Chid's son, sir," Bob told him.

DIALOUGE

300

I want chezburger NOW!" Billybob yells in your face.

"I want chezburger NOW!" Billybob yells in your face.

300

What type of figurative language is this? 

He was a butterfly, prancing around the yard with a goofy grin on his face.

METAPHOR

300

He had a tremendous beard, littered with scraps from his dinner years ago. It violently shivered when he talked, and it blew in the wind like a cape.

VIVID VERB

400

The blazing sun beat on his back as he harvested the golden wheat.

SETTING

400

 "YOU'RE GONNA LOSE!" Screamed Bob Puffington Child.

"YOU'RE GONNA LOSE!" screamed Bob Puffington Child.

400

What type of figurative language is this? 

It was the apple of my eye

IDIOM

400

Its branches covered in icicles, the tall oak stood in our yard.

ABSOLUTE

500

"Welcome to Ohio," the sign seemed to yell.

"Well, I gues we're in Ohio now," crazybob yelled.

DIALOUGE

500

"You're gonna WIN!" Natalia yelled in your face. She always expects everything of you.

(No changes)

500

What type of figurative language is this?

The deafening silence pierced my ears.

OXYMORON

500

The tree, short and stout, collected snow in our front yard

ADJECTIVES OUT OF ORDER