It was a cold bright day in April. The clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith’s chin nuzzled into to his breast.Winston Smith made an effort to escape the vile wind. He slipped through the glass door of Victory Mansions.he was not quick enough to prevent a swirl off gritty dust Entering with him
November 16, 2012 at 1:18 pm
Kamran, I’m very impressed with how you’ve managed to create simple sentences from this very complex paragraph.
The only thing you need to do now is get your capital letters in the right places and you’re done!
Mr Waugh