Similes and Metaphors.

[mcfbridge]

Just for fun.

Remember your old English lessons about similes and metaphors.

Well let's start a story. Each person must submit one sentence or phrase and that submission must be a simile or metaphor.




It was as hot as a frying pan.

 

[destinie21]

and the air hung over the city like a heavy wool blanket.

 

[mcfbridge]

Bianca was sweating like a racehorse.

 

[destinie21]

and her sweat dampend clothes clung to her like a second skin

 

[cloudy]

The promise of a storm hung in the air like yesterday's cigar smoke.

 

[destinie21]

before she could bat an eye the sky opened, rain fell like holy tears sent to baptize the earth.

 

[cloudy]

She ran, dodging raindrops as if they were arrows.

 

[destinie21]

her feet slapped the pavement, and she sounded like a round of applause as she made her way down the wet road.

 

[raphy]

The crowds shifted, parted as she ran past, a speedboat in three-inch heels thrusting through the wave of humanity.

 

[champagne1982]

Sheets of water snapped in the wind, blanketing the path as if puddles of silk had fallen from the sky.

 

[cloudy]

Bianca reached the relative shelter of an awning, crowding in with the others already there like horses huddled in winter.

***"speedboat in three-inch-heels" I like that!

 

[mcfbridge]

One of the men in the crowd couldn't help noticing Bianca's breasts, sealed in her wet blouse like fruit wrapped in plastic.

 

[destinie21]

Bianca noticed the man eyeing her like she was the last oasis, before he had to face the unrelenting desert.

 

[cloudy]

She stared him dead in the eye, like a gunfighter at high noon.

 

[Guest]

she exudes a raw sensuality, secretly wanting to draw attention to herself like a rare oil painting in a museum.

 

[raphy]

"Help you?" The words came out of her mouth, curt and clipped, like the crack of a whip.

 

[mcfbridge]

The man tried to reply, but his tongue wouldn't move. His mouth was as dry as the desert he was trying to escape.

 

[Honey123]

He took in her beauty, staring, opened mouthed, like a child in a candy store.

 

[Guest]

and yet, the buldge in his pants spoke volumes like that of a dirty politician...

 

[raphy]

She stared at him. He was pinned, lost, helpless, a butterfly on the corkboard, transfixed by a megawatt gaze designed to sear his soul.

 

[Honey123]

In his mind he heard his mother saying, "If it's too hot, get out of the kitchen." and this girl was definately too hot to handle.

 

[mcfbridge]

But his heart was beating like trip hammer, his thoughts became a blazing fire of lust.

 

[raphy]

She stepped closer to him, and his head swam with her perfume, a heady kaleidoscopic whirlwind of sensation.

 

[Honey123]

But before he could speak thunder shot through the air like a gunshot at night

 

[mcfbridge]

The blast was a wakeup call to his soul, he had to approach this woman.