14 November, 2006 - 10:27 PM
these are apparently some metaphors found in the essays of students.
Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.
The hailstones leapt from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
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 landmine or something.
She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like the sound a dog makes before it throws up.
The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a lamp post.
She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was a room-temperture British beef.
She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
hahahz. i have to admit i couldnt help laughing at the ingenuity and creativity of these students. they are simply amazing. ^^
moJojo
