Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 17:48:24 -0400
To: WSFA members <WSFAlist at keithlynch.net>
From: Candy Madigan <candymadigan at mindspring.com>
Subject: [WSFA] Re: fw: metaphorically speaking
Reply-To: WSFA members <WSFAlist at keithlynch.net>

I can't breathe.

Oh my ghod!

Those are wonderful!

I wonder how many were deliberate?

At 04:37 PM 07/10/2002 -0400, you wrote:

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>
>Analogies and Metaphors Found in High School Essays (or maybe not)
>______________________________________________________
>
>Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides
>gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
>--Sue Lin Chong, Washington
>
>His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like
>underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
>--Chuck Smith, Woodbridge
>
>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.
>--Joseph Romm, Washington
>
>She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to
>dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door
>open
>again.
>--Rich Murphy, Fairfax Station
>
>The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling
>ball wouldn't.
>--Russell Beland, Springfield
>
>McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled
>with
>vegetable soup.
>--Paul Sabourin, Silver Spring
>
> >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.
>--Roy Ashley, Washington
>
>Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.
>--Chuck Smith, Woodbridge
>
>Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center.
>--Russell Beland, Springfield
>
>Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access
>T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ch at ung but gets T: \flw.quidaaakk/ch at ung by
>mistake.
>--Ken Krattenmaker, Landover Hills
>
>Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
>--Unknown
>
>He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.
>--Jack Bross, Chevy Chase
>
>The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry
>them
>in hot grease.
>--Gary F. Hevel, Silver Spring
>
>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 6:36 p.m. travelling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at
>4:19
>p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
>--Jennifer Hart, Arlington
>
>The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a
>Dr
>Pepper can.
>--Wayne Goode, Madison, AL
>
>They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that
>resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.
>--Paul Kocak, Syracuse NY
>
>John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also
>
>never met.
>--Russell Beland, Springfield
>
>The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of
>metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.
>--Barbara Fetherolf, Alexandria
>
>The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.
>--Unknown
>
>He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East
>River.
>--Brian Broadus, Charlottesville
>
>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.
>-- Sandra Hull, Arlington
>
>The door had been forced, as forced as the dialogue during the interview
>portion of "Jeopardy! "
>--Jean Sorensen, Herndon
>
>Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
>--Jerry Pannullo, Kensington
>
>The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this
>plan
>just might work.
>--Malcolm Fleschner, Arlington
>
>The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for
>a
>while.
>--Malcolm Fleschner, Arlington
>
>"Oh, Jason, take me! " she panted, her breasts heaving like a college
>freshman on $1-a-beer night.
>--Bonnie Speary Devore, Gaithersburg
>
>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.
>--John Kammer, Herndon
>
>Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell
>butter
>from I Can't Believe It's Not Butter.
>--Barbara Collier, Garrett Park
>
>She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just
>before it throws up.
>--Susan Reese, Arlington
>
>It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had ever
>seen before.
>--Marian Carlsson, Lexington
>
>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.
>--J. F. Knowles, Springfield
>
>The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg
>behind
>her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
>--Jennifer Hart, Arlington
>
>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.
>--Paul J. Kocak, Syracuse
>
>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.
>--Brian Broadus, Charlottesville
>
>He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if
>she
>were a garbage truck backing up.
>--Susan Reese, Arlington
>
>She was as easy as the "TV Guide" crossword.
>--Tom Witte, Gaithersburg
>
>Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH
>
>cleanser.
>--Chuck Smith, Woodbridge
>
>She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was
>room-temperature
>beef.
>--Brian Broadus, Charlottesville
>
>She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
>--Jonathan Paul, Garrett Park
>
>Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a first-generation
>thermal
>paper fax machine that needed a band tightened.
>--Sue Lin Chong, Washington
>
>It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the
>
>wall.
>--Brian Broadus, Charlottesville

Candy