And now for the third installment highlighting the literary creativity of some of those on whom our future prosperity depends in their English Language Essays.
17. The plan was simple, like my mate Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
18. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for while.
19. "Oh, Jason, take me!" she panted, her breasts heaving like a student on 31p-a-pint night.
20. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
21. Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter."
23. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a lamppost.
24. It was a working class tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with their power tools.
6 comments:
Number 23 is my favourite!
I think number 24 must be a black country thing. They get up to all sorts round there.
I don't remember my Dad doing it.
Fabulous. :-)
16. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
Like this one the best.
Now that last one is rather alarming!
Haha Grendel these are hilarious! Keep them coming
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