Back in September, I published Emotional Beats: How to Easily Convert your Writing into Palpable Feelings. As promised, I will be posting the book on my blog. So, here is the next installment, starting Part 3 of the book: Other Beats. As this is a rather long section, I’m breaking it into two posts.
Analogies, Metaphors, and Similes
A good analogy is harder to find than… erm… well, it’s pretty hard. Unless you have these to help:
- She slammed against the chair, her adrenal system upgrading from zoned out to Defcon 1.
- The idea of being that close to her hit him like a shot of tequila in a Red Bull.
- She’s crazier than a sackful of raccoons.
- It was as futile as carrying water with a knife.
- The food was spread out like a Thanksgiving feast.
- Her comfort zone retreated into darkness, waving farewell with a lace handkerchief.
- His voice was soft as a feather, yet cold as a hungry tomb.
- Her mouth worked soundlessly, the words unable to permeate her brain. Instead, they bounced around her skull like rogue Ping-Pong balls.
- Her apartment looked like a tornado had blown through it and left a couple frat brothers behind.
- Her red blouse was a favorite—the shredded material looked like a yeti had tried to make out with her.
- She had her kitten motor on purr.
- He moved his mouth around her finger as if he were sucking on a piece of candy.
- She was smiling so hard, the corners of her mouth were getting introduced to her ears.
- Fortunately, he cleared his throat, which pulled her back from the lust ledge just in time, before she swan-dived right into the Abyss of Really Bad Ideas.
- It’s going to start raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock, so let’s cut to the chase.
- The words rang through her head like a cymbal crash.
- …coming from her mouth gave the words a wasp-sting-like quality.
- The pleasant smell wafted toward me like a snowflake carried by a gentle breeze.
- He swore up and down and in every compass direction he was innocent.
- She climbed the stairs with less grace than a drunken hippo.
- She moved toward him like a skinless snake on broken glass.
- A gossamer dress so fine, that spiders might have sewn it.
- The memory faded from her head like last night’s dreams.
- Trees with skeletal limbs, badly in need of a trim, scraped against slate, like oaken nails on the lid of a coffin.
- He looked at the fancy balusters, like young girls at their first dance, all curves and waists and giggles.
- Paintings in vibrant colors covered walls, like small windows into faraway scenery.
- He vanished, like a movement one catches with the corner of their eye, but disappears when they turn.
- The thought dissipated like morning fog at the rising of the sun.
- Soldiers scurried about like ants swarming from a heap.
- They scurried in a frenzy like the desert lizards do when people interfere with their sunbathing.
- The image melted away like mist before the sun.
- Anger like sharp barbs formed on her words.
- The idea melted inside her head like an ice cube on an August sidewalk.
- He sprang up as quick as a sucker punch to a blind man’s nose.
- Whispers buzzed though the crowd’s tight huddle like hungry mosquitoes in search of a crimson meal.
- She pranced about like a newly-minted deity demanding worship from somebody—anybody.
- He trailed back to her, like a scared hound hoping for table scraps.
- His eyes went as wide as a pair of pies cooling on a windowsill.
- The words tumbled from her lips like loose pebbles bent on disturbing still waters.
- His face blurred like a funhouse mirror.
- His head bobbed like his neck was hanging from a string.
- Insults fell like rocks from an angry mob seeking revenge.
- His head gave in to a tilt that made him look like a hound hearing a whistle for the first time.
- She wondered who had managed to coax a little sugar from that old pillar of salt.
- She rose like a hornet got her on the backside.
- I trickled inside the room like a slow leak.
- Sweet melody dripped from her perfect lips like nectar from a flower. I swear I could almost smell the jasmine behind the soft words.
- Her hands trembled like an old drunk, fresh on the wagon.
- Her heart banged inside her chest like a tiger raging against the cage that stole its freedom.
- Ideas like butterflies fluttered around her head.
- Her fists drew up like angry stones.
- His grin came lopsided, like the two sides of his face couldn’t agree on any one particular expression.
- A smug grin took perch on her thin red lips like an ugly vulture.
- He picked her to pieces, like plucking the wings off a nasty old fly.
- All her words grew wings like moths and fluttered a-loose of her head.
- She drifted back to her cot like a pale wisp of smoke.
- She spat his name from her mouth like a sharp tack.
Next week: Part 2 of Analogies. View all posts on the subject, or buy the book on Amazon – free on KU!
Some good ones here!
Couldn’t agree more! That’s why I had to share 🙂
Some of these made me laugh. Very clever!
Agreed. Kudos to their respective authors. I’m merely sharing them 🙂
Love these! ??
Yay! Thank you 🙂
“He sat reading a blog post, legs twitching as if there were ferrets in his trousers.”
Top tips from the Master Tipster!
Best wishes, Pete.
Ha ha – thank you, Pete 🙂
Thanks, Nicholas. These are always interesting and helpful. 🙂 — Suzanne
I’m so glad you think so, Suzanne! Thank you 🙂