Sunday, March 06, 2005

How NOT to write metaphors and similes

I got this from a fellow bloggers site......very funny! :)

"The door had been forced, as forced as the dialogue during the interview portion of Family Fortunes."

"Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master."

"He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something."

"His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a tumble dryer."

"She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again."

"The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.""Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze."

"Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the centre."

"Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever."

"He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree."

"Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left York at 6:36 p.m. travelling at 55 mph, the other from Peterborough at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph."

"The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the full stop after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can."

"John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met."

"The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play."

"The red brick wall was the colour of a brick-red crayon."

"Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do."

"The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work."

"The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while."

"Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter.""

"She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up."

"It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had ever seen before."

"The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Glenda Jackson MP in her first of several points of parliamentary procedure made to Robin Cook MP, Leader of the House of Commons, in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the suspension of Keith Vaz MP."

"It was a working class tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with their power tools."

"She was as easy as the Daily Star crossword."

"She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature British beef."

"She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs."

"Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a first-generation thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened."

"It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall."


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