Author's Note: This is another piece I was not comfortable writing. But after some revision and advice from peers, I believe it deserves a spot on my blog. Once again, I was asked to work on "Literacy Devices". In this piece it's mostly metaphors, similes, and personification. Can you find them?
The sun is beating down on me. My already reddened skin, is beginning to scream. Its burn is getting to much to bear. The only thing that can save me, is the whistle shouting the game's end. Until then, I play through the burn, awaiting the whistle and hopefully a win.
Suddenly, I am interrupted from my thoughts, as the ball flies through the air; speeding towards me. I jump up in to the air, to greet the ball, with all my strength. I barley manage to stop the ball in mid-air. The ball drops to the ground. Within the few dribbles I take, I kick the ball down to the other team's goal side: to an open player. My hopes begin to rise, as time passes in a blur of excitement; a goal is scored.
Everyone quickly lines up again. We are ahead 2-1. Coach Cod commands us to play cautiously, to maintain our lead.With two minutes left, the anticipation is beginning to get to me. My burn is on fire and I am trying to remain cool. But due to my distractions a goal is scored; on us. The score is now tied, like our hands because there are only 30 seconds left on the clock.
And to everyone's dismay, the final whistle blows as loud as a cannon shot.We have tied and I am burnt. After skaking hands with the other team, my teammates and I gather. Even though the game is over, I wish it could continue. This burn is becoming to much to handle. I need relief yet all is done.
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