Literary Devices

Fear lending wings to my feet

The fire was leaping out of the windows and dancing across the roof in a brilliant display against the backdrop of the approaching night

A wailing siren splitting the air

…the things that assaulted my ears

…the sweet, serene silence of the evening was torn by the distinct screams of a siren

…barreled down the street

…wrinkled creases marred his brow

the rain seemed to fall even when the sun was out."

Her dreary voice lacked any spark of excitement as she recounted the day's events