Tears splattered down Sara’s face uncontrollably, as she slowly released the leash off Boston. She was as silent as a grave. Her heartache was like a knife, cutting through her. Deep down, she knew that Boston had to go, to find his own tower of giraffes, to his family. Sara embraced Boston for one last time, and she let him go. Boston didn’t move. Then Boston’s eyes watered. Sara couldn’t believe her eyes. Could giraffes cry? Sara slowly said, in a voice sore from crying, “You have to go, Boston. Your family is waiting for you.” So Boston, giving Sara a last loving glance, walked away, far way, into the grassland. Sara couldn’t control herself, as she collapsed, and sat there. But she had no tears left to cry. She sat there, for a long time. Her eyes were as dry as sand. Until she finally took a deep breath, and went back home, which was far away from the grasslands, far away from Boston. Even though Boston was in the grasslands, living a great life with his family, his memory of Sara did not fade away, and it never will. The memory of the day they parted, was as clear as water, as if it was yesterday.
This is writing. It has similies in it, which was the goal for this piece of writing. This writing is also a quick write, and we are learning and practicing to write a piece of writing within 5 to 10 minutes.
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