I told you one million times to clean your room.
Life is like a box of chocolates; you never know what you're going to get.
My mom is as smart as a dictionary.
It's a million degrees outside.
The cookies smelled of brown sugar and were warm in my hand.
I could hear the crickets chirping along with the crackling of the bright orange fire.
My mother is my rock.
She was a tornado.
He was a bookworm.
"Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth."
"You were my dream."
Skin as pale as snow, hair as black as coal, and lips as red as blood.