I like Similes.
So much so that I wrote about them here.
I’ve decided to record my favourite here. Feel free to add your own in the comments section:
- …the sun rose out of nothing like the head of a great red phallus until it cleared the unseen rim and sat squat and pulsing and malevolent behind them. (Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian)
- …the snow-covered hills rippled away into the distance ‘like muscle’. (Lawrence, cited by Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier)
- The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass. (Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude)
One thought on “A Collection of Similes”
“As soon as the hemp was cut, the goat’s rectum opened up like a plum flower, and pellets came pouring out” (Red Sorghum, Mo Yan, p243).