I shell out most of my time tripping more than my tenses, but any and all feedback is appreciated ^_^ Many thanks!
(sorry it can be a bit extended...)
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Sarah sat on the edge of the chaise lounge, watching the throng of black-clad bodies drift silently in and out of the drawing place as she struggled to place names to faces. She couldn't imagine Maggie had had so a lot of family, and by no means described one of them. She scratched self consciously at the hem of her dress wherever the lace itched towards her leg, and felt strangely out of place. Issues had been too…formal, for Maggie's house. She would have turned her nose up to see all the suits, ties and champagne eyeglasses in her property. Maggie had thrived in colourful chaos, and had been damn proud of it.
Sarah glanced about the room, at the orange rug from the seventies with its filthy daisy prints, worn thin from many years of use, and searching completely out of location in the Edwardian construct. Numerous cabinets had been crammed into the drawing place more than the a long time, so Maggie had someplace to put her collection of ashtrays and porcelain camels. A tan, spindly-legged giraffe sat at a crooked angle on the mantle, drawing some unimpressed glances from visitors as they handed. Maggie had loved that unsightly point, Sarah remembered sombrely. She looked at the exhausted green wallpaper, darkish as oak leaves and seriously contrasting against the black coffee table and yellow leather sofa. Nothing matched, but in the five decades she'd identified Maggie, absolutely nothing at any time had. She could only visualize what her wonderful grandkids had believed when they first noticed the inside of of the property. But it wasn't junk, she understood that. Every thing had a story at the rear of it. Every thing was a memory in physical sort, a new discovery, a misplaced really like, an adventure. Maggie had smiled whenever she'd keep in mind one thing, and would speak for hrs about things of the previous. She'd expended most of her lifestyle travelling the globe amassing these treasures, and all any person else could see, was a house complete of mismatched furniture. No question her grandkids were going to be quite dissatisfied to uncover nothing at all beneficial lying about. Sarah's heart sank.
She left her plate of untouched food on the seat beside her, and went to the fireplace, lifting the giraffe off the mantle. Staying away from eye contact, she held it steady below a single arm, whilst grasping the neck with her free hand. No 1 paid consideration as she hurried, head down, into the dining room to investigation for her mother.
Quietened stares rippled by way of the eating space as she excused herself among the visitors picking at the buffet. Warm rolls and espresso warmed the air, giving the room an virtually pleasant ambiance. She clutched the giraffe self-consciously, looking along the flooring for the acquainted black shine of her mother's footwear. She sidled between the empty chairs and produced her way toward the French doors, foremost out to the backyard. Two outdated males hesitated mid-conversation as she passed, raising their eyebrows and glancing at her above their shoulders as she tugged at the handle, her face increasing warm ahead of she even stepped out into the sun. She shut the door firmly powering her, leaning versus it with her eyes closed, and clutching the giraffe to her chest. She'd never felt like these an outsider before. And she missed Maggie terribly.
Sorry if it can be a small also descriptive, but if you uncover phrases like throng or quietened are also 'big' for you to cope with, then this may well be a little over your reading age.
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Response by REZIDENT EVIL
Wordy.
Also numerous flowery about-the-top trying to hard imagery. (phrases like "throngs and quietened" are as well big and make the tale end in its tracks. be plain and easy).
What are you hoping to say with all of these phrases?
Require main rewriting to condense all that fluff to say what you want to say.
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