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![]() Analogies & Metaphors found in High School EssaysOriginal Source: Unknown Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its 2 other 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 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 dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those
boxes with a pinhole in it. 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 center. Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ch@ung
but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever. He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry
them in hot grease. Long separated by cruel fate, 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 & Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had
also never met. The thunder was ominous sounding, much like sound of a thin sheet of
metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play. The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon. 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. The door had been forced, as forced as the dialogue during the interview
portion of "Jeopardy!" 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. 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 Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee (D-Tex.)
in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Rep. Henry
Hyde (R-Ill.) in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the impeachment
of President William Jefferson Clinton. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg
behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant. The revelation that his marriage of 30 yrs had disintegrated because
of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly
surcharge-free ATM. The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating electric fan set on medium. -- Unknown 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. She was as easy as the "TV Guide" crossword. Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any
pH cleanser. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature
Canadian 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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