Franz Kafka
With style: “He would have used his arms and his hands to push himself up; but instead of them he only had all those little legs continuously moving in different directions, and which he was moreover unable to control. If he wanted to bend one of them, then that was the first one that would stretch itself out; and if he finally managed to do what he wanted with that leg, all the others seemed to be set free and would move about painfully. “This is something that can’t be done in bed,” Gregor said to himself, “so don’t keep trying to do it.” – The Metamorphosis

Without style: "He would have used his arms and his hands to push himself up; but instead of them he only had all those little legs continuously moving in different directions, and which he was moreover unable to control. If he wanted to bend one of them, then that was the first one that would stretch itself out; and if he finally managed to do what he wanted with that leg, all the others seemed to be set free and would move about painfully. "This is something that can't be done in bed," Gregor said to himself, "so don't keep trying to do it."
J.K. Rowling
With style: “Harry heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall. He took off the hat and walked shakily toward the Gryffindor table. He was so relieved to have been chosen and not put in Slytherin, he hardly noticed that he was getting the loudest cheer yet. Percy the Prefect got up and shook his hand vigorously, while the Weasley twins yelled, “We got Potter! We got Potter!” Harry sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff he’d seen earlier. The ghost patted his arm, giving Harry the sudden, horrible feeling he’d just plunged it into a bucket of ice-cold water.” - Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

Without style: “Harry hears the hat announcing his selection for Gryffindor. He walks towards the table, relieved not to have been placed in Slytherin. Percy the Prefect shakes his hand, and the Weasley twins celebrate his selection yelling “We got Potter! We got Potter!”. Harry then sits down opposite a ghost who pats his arm, giving him a sudden, uncomfortable, cold sensation.”
Stephen King
With style: “He made a determined effort to push them from his mind, but they kept creeping back in. How must it have been, dry-humping that warm, willing flesh? Her thighs had twitched, my God, they had twitched, in a kind of spasm, orgasm, oh God, the uncontrollable urge to squeeze and caress . . . and most of all to feel that heat . . . that heat.” - The Long Walk

Without style: “He tried to push the thoughts away, but they kept returning. He wondered how it felt to touch her, to be close to her warm body. Her thighs had moved as if she had an orgasm, and he couldn’t help but imagine the sensation, the desire to touch and be touched, to feel the warmth.”
George Orwell
With style: “There were many more mouths to feed now. In the autumn the four sows had all littered about simultaneously, producing thirty-one young pigs between them. The young pigs were piebald, and as Napoleon was the only boar on the farm, it was possible to guess at their parentage. It was announced that later, when bricks and timber had been purchased, a schoolroom would be built in the farmhouse garden. For the time being, the young pigs were given their instruction by Napoleon himself in the farmhouse kitchen.” - Animal Farm

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