ANALOGIES
Washington Post Style Invitational, 4/15/07
- Bob
felt as out of place as a Kotex decal on a NASCAR vehicle. (Brendan Beary)
- He knew
this argument with his wife was unwinnable, like
the war in Iraq,
but that's why he couldn't resist one final surge. (Joseph Romm, Washington)
- He
mangled his prose the way he mangled his bifocals when they fell in the
blender and ruined the margaritas, which he drank anyway, which might have
been why he mangled his prose. (Jane Auerbach, Los
Angeles)
- Her
emotions were a mixture of fear and joy, like when you have a really
good-looking stalker. (Kevin Marshall, South Riding)
- Her
eyes were like twin cyclopses. (Jonathan Paul,
Garrett Park)
- Her
mouth was so sensual and delicate you would never use the word "piehole" to describe it. (Jay Shuck, Minneapolis)
- Her
pushed-up cleavage reminded him of two Charlie Brown heads. (Randy Lee,
Burke)
- Her
skin was cold and clammy, like a clam that had been stretched over a human
body. And not a cooked clam, either. (Andrew Hoenig)
- Her
tears rolled down her face, playing pinball on her zits. (Chuck Smith)
- Jim
was as nervous as an albino penguin in a bowling alley. (Barbara Turner, Takoma Park)
- She
was jumping up and down laughing hysterically, like a hyena duct-taped to
a kangaroo. (Seth Brown, North Adams, Mass.)
- The
daylight slowly stole away like a crooked bookkeeper. (Elwood Fitzner, Valley City, N.D.)
- The
news hit him hard, like a stack of Sunday Washington
Posts thrown from a moving truck, in fact exactly like that. (Drew
Bennett, Alexandria)
- The
truth was slippery, like a lake trout used as a ping-pong paddle. (W.H.
Welsh IV)
- There
was something about him that just screamed money, as if he'd trained a
myna bird to fly around him shouting "money." (Russell Beland)
- There
was something appealing about her that he just couldn't put his finger on,
unlike that last girl, who smacked him when had put his finger on her
appealing part. (Russell Beland)
- Trying
to keep down his anger was like trying to stuff Siamese twins into a
garbage can: No matter what part you shoved down, some other part popped
up. (W.H. Welsh IV)
- We
were all alone, just like the characters on that show "Lost"
except that we were all alone. (Russell Beland)
- When
the bomb fell on that freight train in the war zone, it sounded just like
a tornado. (Ira Allen, Bethesda;
Stephen Dudzik, Olney)