Susan stepped out into the busy road like a country lane, causing traffic to screech to a halt like nails on a blackboard. She stood for a moment, letting the wind whistle past her like a wind chime and the silence fill her ears like shells.
‘Get out of the road!’ yelled an obese taxi driver like a sack of blubber. Susan paid him no attention. She was calm, not letting her thoughts turn to panic, like a still pond.
‘It’s okay,’ she said, feeling as unflappable, placid and content as a dead bird’s wing. The taxi driver’s eyes widened like a child at Christmas.
‘Out of the road!’ he repeated, his voice a furious scream, like a stuck record.
noting down the 'ambiguous similes' like an experienced stenographer.
ReplyDeleteThis is a lot like some Wikipedia articles I've read. Bravo.
ReplyDeleteLove it!
ReplyDeleteTotally worth the wait, Joel.
ReplyDelete"...like a dead birds wing."
I could barely contain myself like a sweater that doesn't fit.
I hate you for coming up with this idea and being consistently awesome and funny about it. Basically I hate you because I want to be you.
ReplyDeleteIn my own writing, I avoid similes like they were a plague of armless mimes.
ReplyDeletethere's nothing else like this online, like nothing else online.
ReplyDeletelike it, like a . . .
ReplyDeletepretty sure i just read a book written close to this. that was fun...
ReplyDeleteWell said, like a bird's wing.
ReplyDeleteI personally enjoy crafting similes and metaphors alike, but refrain from doing so in each and every line. don't you think it bores the reader a bit???
ReplyDeleteGreat blog anyway,sir!!
I'm finding this blog to be very effective, like the Kyoto Protocols.
ReplyDeleteoh gawd, that sounds like me! But I did not mean it as a parody! I shall shoot myself and get a day job, not sure in what order. Thank you for the wake-up call.
ReplyDelete