Name the sense
The warm, gooey chocolate melted on my tongue.
(Taste)
The sequence of events in a story
Plot
Her heart pounded as she gripped the edge of her seat, eyes wide with terror.
(Fear)
Her voice was as smooth as velvet.
Simile
The sun dipped below the horizon as Mia sprinted toward the train station, her heart pounding. If she missed this train, she might never see him again.
Narrative
The sharp scent of fresh lemons filled the air.
(Smell)
Part of the story where conflict is introduced
Rising action
A warm glow spread through her chest as she hugged her best friend tightly.
(Happiness)
Time is a thief that steals our moments.
Metaphor
The ancient oak tree stood tall, its gnarled branches twisting toward the sky like fingers reaching for the stars. The bark was rough, scarred by time and weather.
Descriptive
The cold wind howled through the empty streets.
(Sound)
The turning point of a story
Climax
He slumped in his chair, staring at the floor as a heavy sigh escaped his lips.
(Sadness)
The wind whispered secrets through the trees
Personification
The scent of freshly baked bread filled the small kitchen, mingling with the faint aroma of cinnamon and butter. A soft golden crust cracked slightly as the loaf cooled on the counter
Descriptive
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink.
(Sight)
The part that wraps up any loose ends
Resolution
She clenched her fists, her face turning red as she glared at him.
(Anger)
I already told you a thousand times!
Hyperbole
James hesitated before knocking on the door. The letter in his hand felt heavier than it should. He took a deep breath, wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, and finally tapped the wood three times
Narrative
The rough bark of the tree scraped against my palm.
(Touch)
Struggle between opposing forces
Conflict
Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he stepped onto the stage, palms sweating.
(Nervousness)
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
Alliteration
The rain poured down in sheets, drumming against the roof. I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering as the cold crept through my sweater. If only I had left the house five minutes earlier, I wouldn’t be stuck here now.
Narrative