The plan was simple,like my brother Phil.But unlike Phil,this plan just might work.
The young fighter had a hungry look,the kind you get from not eating for a while.
His thoughts tumbled in his head,making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dry tumbler.
Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball would.
Her eyes were like two brown circles with big back dots in the centre
He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.
