Actual Analogies and Metaphors Found in High School Essays

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

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

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

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

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

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

The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.

Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

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

They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.

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

He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.

Even in his last years, Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law 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.

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.

The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.

He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.

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

It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
By netchicken: posted on 9-11-2004

LMAO! They were great, this was my favourite:

He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

Just the matter of factness about it, it actually reminded me of the writing style of one of my favourite authors, but obviously not intentional like them.
By Plissken: posted on 9-11-2004

I liked this one, "Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever."

The writer had the bad vocab :)
By netchicken: posted on 9-11-2004

heh heh. very funny! all of them! lol

He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.

that's great.
By Insane_Lemmings: posted on 13-11-2004

Part of a paper i wrote for english where i had to describe a shabby vehicle...unfortunately this is my truck i am describing.

The Truck was old, not old as in grandpa old, but old as in the sunglasses Paris Hilton wore yesterday. The paint job on the 2001 model Dodge Ram 1500 was black with small, minor scratches down the sides that were about as obvious as the runway lights at DFW airport. Apart from the loose headlight that would bounce up and down like my sister on a sugar rush, the truck looked pretty good. However the engine had a gurgling sound to it, the kind of gurgle my grandfather makes when he rinses with Listerine. When it rains, the drive belt slips like a pair of muddy boots on linoleum flooring. Itís a pretty sturdy truck with about as much acceleration as a baby taking its first steps. The only drawback is that it drinks more gas than the amount of beer an Irish alcoholic drinks on St. Patrickís Day.
By firefighter89102: posted on 27-6-2007

Some of these are very good, I'll have to try these styles out someday.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
By peregrine: posted on 20-6-2009








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