Kayla gasped for air. She knew if she stopped now, she may not see Bailey again. The little dog had leaped over the fence when the fireworks started and took off down the street. He obviously did not care for the fireworks.

Question

Kayla turned the corner onto Applegate Avenue when she heard a sound. Kayla stood still, listening for Bailey. Sure enough, she heard a few small yips coming from the Jackson’s open garage. Kayla walked toward the Jackson’s house. A moment later, Mrs. Jackson met Kayla on the front walk holding Bailey.

“Thank you so much,” said Kayla. “I’ve been chasing him!”

“Well, I don’t blame him for running,” Mrs. Jackson replied, handing the dog back to Kayla. “Those loud sounds have been getting on my nerves too.”

Kayla walked home holding Bailey to keep him from squirming away. Once they were back inside the safety of their house, Kayla put Bailey in his dog bed and he settled down.Rewrite the story to add sensory and figurative language as directed in the instructions above. Remember to highlight and label each phrase or sentence that you add TWO examples of Imagery- Use description to add sensory language that appeals to your readers’ senses of sight, sound, smell, touch, or taste. Use at least TWO of the five senses.Simile- add a comparison that uses “like” or “as” (2 points)
Metaphor- add a direct comparison that says one thing is another thing (2 points)
Personification- add a phrase where you give human traits to something that is not human (2 points)
Hyperbole- add an exaggeration (2 points)
Onomatopoeia- add a word that represents a sound (2 points)
Oxymoron- add a phrase made of two or more words that actually have opposite meanings

Answer 1

Kayla gasped for air, her lungs burning like a forgotten bonfire. She knew if she stopped now, she might never see Bailey again. The little dog had leaped over the fence like a shooting star when the fireworks erupted, scattering his courage into the night. He clearly did not care for the thunderous booms that filled the sky, igniting his instincts to flee.

As she sprinted down Applegate Avenue, the night was alive with chaos. The thudding of her heart pulsated in rhythm with the crackling fireworks, making her feel like a war drum echoing through a vast battlefield. Suddenly, she heard a familiar sound—a series of small, frantic yips breaking through the cacophony. Kayla froze, her breath catching like a stone in her throat as she listened intently. The yips were sweet notes, calling to her, guiding her toward the Jackson’s open garage.

She rushed toward the Jackson’s house, the gravel crunching beneath her shoes like the brittle bones of autumn leaves. A moment later, Mrs. Jackson emerged from the shadows of the garage, cradling Bailey in her arms. He nuzzled into her, seeking solace from the frightening bursts of light and sound.

“Thank you so much!” Kayla exclaimed, her heart swelling with relief as she took Bailey back into her arms, feeling his soft fur against her skin—a comforting warmth like the sun on a chilly morning. “I’ve been chasing him!”

“Don’t worry about it,” Mrs. Jackson replied, chuckling lightly. “I don’t blame him for running. Those loud explosions are enough to drive anyone wild!”

As Kayla walked home, the smell of burnt gunpowder hung in the air like a ghostly reminder of the night’s festivities. She cradled Bailey tightly, his small heart pounding against her chest, a tiny drum echoing with life. Once they were back inside the safety of their house, she gently placed Bailey in his dog bed. He nestled down, sighing deeply as though a weight had been lifted, the reassuring rhythm of their home wrapping around him like a warm blanket.

Feeling triumphant, Kayla sat down next to him, her heart still racing from the chase. Outside, the last of the fireworks cracked and fizzled, sending tiny sparks into the dark sky, a bright ending to a chaotic night. In this moment, surrounded by the soft glow of their living room, Kayla couldn’t help but think that sometimes chaos could lead to the sweetest of reunions.