Silly similies

[brian]

I thought of posting this in the humour section - but maybe this is more of an "in joke" for writers?

Here you go:



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 6:36p.m. traveling at 55mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19p.m. at a speed of 35mph.

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

(my favourite) 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.

"Oh, Jason, take me!"; she panted, her breasts heaving like a college freshman on $1-a-beer night.

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.

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

[dwndrgn]

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

This one is familiar, seems as if something like this was in one of Terry Pratchett's books. Maybe. My favorite is "Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do."

[littlemissattitude]

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

Oh, my. I think the neighbors probably heard me laughing at this one. ;D (Maybe I should explain that I am a huge figure skating fan - I've seen most of the top skaters skate live - but I am most definitely not a Nancy Kerrigan fan.)

[brian]

I'd love to see if any of the above were from published works - or just humour content. If I ever see anything similar again I'll watch out for sources. Btw - never heard of Nancy Kerrigan - am I a heretic?

[littlemissattitude]

Not a heretic, but not a follower of figure skating, I would wager.

Nancy Kerrigan is the skater who got her knee clubbed during the run-up to the 1994 Winter Olympics, in which another skater - Tonya Harding - was implicated. Kerrigan got much sympathy, and then went on to win the silver medal in the Olympics. But then she acted quite the little brat during the competition by ridiculing Oksana Baiul, the skater who won the gold medal, because Baiul is apparently given to weeping when she gets emotional. Also, when Kerrigan was asked to appear at Disneyland after the Olympics to ride in a parade, she made some very ungrateful public comments about having to make the appearance; apparently she felt that she was too good to appear in such a common venue.

[brian]

Ah - now I know - that was a very well-publicised incident with Tonya Harding.

[scifimoth]

These are great....my favorite would have to be:

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

[Rane Longfox]

The silence hung low over them, broken only by the sound of silence breaking...

[polymorphikos]

The wind whispered like a fat man with lung cancer