DUE THR, 2/7 Descriptive Writing Assignment (Late okay - Due 2/8)

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Montag only said, "We never burned right..." "Hand it over Guy," said Beatty with a fixed smile. And then he was a shrieking blaze, a jumping, sprawling gibbering manikin, no longer human or shot on continuous pulse of liquid fire on him. There was a hiss like a great mouthful of spittle banging a red-hot stove, a bubbling and frothing as if salt had been poured over a monstrous black snail to cause a terrible liquidation and a boiling over of yellow foam. Montag shut his eyes, shouted, shouted, and fought to get his hands at his ears to clamp and to cut away the sound. Beatty flopped over and over and over and at last twisted in on himself like a shared wax doll and lay silent.

Rewritten:

"What do you mean by that? Here, hand it over before you get hurt! All of the sudden a burst of flames is towards me I try to jump but the flame was just too fast. I could feel it hitting my hands, face, and legs. I realized that there was nothing I could do but run around and try to get the flame of me. I can't see, but I can feel all of my skin that was now under this cover of flames bubbling up and popping and sizzling. I just can't take the pain and fall to ground in agony."