Sensory Language

The basketball was smooth as if it had been practiced with for hundreds of hours.

I could hear the crickets chirping so I knew the sun was going down.

The sour candy made me pucker up and squint my eyes.

As I inhaled the warm air after the summer rain I remembered jumping in puddles with my childhood friends.

The shine of the glistening dew reminded me of tinsel on a Christmas tree.

I realized at that moment that drinking orange juice after brushing my teach was a bad idea.

The trash smelled like rotten eggs.

The crackling and popping of the bacon made my stomach growl.

That shade of orange was so loud it hurt my eyes.

The light feather brushed against my arm and made me itch.

After the skunk sprayed, it felt like someone had punched me in the nose.

The wind whistled through the trees.

The car backfired with a "bang!" that made me jump.