Analogies and Metaphors

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Analogies and Metaphors

Post by Richard » Thu Jun 15, 2006 11:44 am

Analogies and Metaphors:

Every year, English teachers from across the country can submit their
collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school
essays. These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of
teachers across the country. Here are last year's winners.....

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 pinole 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 the 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 machine.

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 PM instead of 7:30 PM.

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 seperated 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 PM traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka
at 4:19 PM at a speed of 35 mph.

They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fence
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, Granddad 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.

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Post by Ralph » Thu Jun 15, 2006 12:09 pm

Great stuff, thanks.

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Post by Corlyss_D » Thu Jun 15, 2006 12:56 pm

:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

Great stuff, Richard. Post of the Day Award to ya.
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Post by Lark Ascending » Thu Jun 15, 2006 3:31 pm

Richard wrote:The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
This one made me gag. I sincerely hope the student in question does not end up working in a restaurant kitchen for a living :shock:
"Look here, I have given up my time, my work, my friends and my career to come here and learn from you, and I am not going to write a petit menuet dans le style de Mozart." - Ralph Vaughan Williams to Maurice Ravel


Post by Brendan » Thu Jun 15, 2006 5:45 pm

Just wonderful. Thank you, Richard. :D

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Post by mourningstar » Fri Jun 16, 2006 5:53 am

Capitol. Capitol. amusing metaphors. :D
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