Friday, December 5, 2008

Analogy Stretcher 1


What say we stretch a few analogies between us till they can’t take it no more?


Email me with suggestions and I’ll post up some suitably victimizable examples as and when.

19 comments:

Kiersten said...

Oooh, I love torturing analogies...

I'll get back to you on this. I'm writing a make-out scene right now, and it's just too fun to tear myself away from.

Whirlochre said...

Whoopee! Snogging!

Funnily enough, I got to use the first "I love you" of my WIP today. Gross.

Kiersten said...

Ha! You sound like a teenage boy.

And I love the word snog. It's one of those I wish I could get away with using.

I have stolen some of your and Janey's less-than-nice things to call people for this latest WIP, though, because one of the character's had an Irish mom ; ) Since I don't actually know whether or not they are really bad, I don't feel guilty using them...

Robin S. said...

Too much wine to do this one right now...but I'll be back.

McKoala said...

In honour of the making out:

His kiss was as soft and moist as a disemboweled frog's intestines.

Whirlochre said...

Next time I'm forced anywhere near Skegness, I'll pick up a Kiss Me Kwik hat just for you, Kiersten.

And as for Robin — typical. I announce a fun new feature on the blog and she turns up wazzed. Southerners!

No suggestions other than McKoala's so far — and that one looks as if it arrived pre-tugged...

Kiersten said...

Wait, are we emailing them or leaving them in the comments?

Whirlochre said...

email, me duck.

Robin S. said...

Hey, I'm running out the door in a few hours to go to a party out of town, but I didn't wanna miss out (now that I've de-sauce-ified), so here goes....

Her love permeated him like a stinky marker.

He glanced down at her, and then stared, lovingly, as her eyes shone up at his like a crazed chick just back from a religious experience.

He kissed her, and the POV changed to her, and she recoiled from his nasty breath like she'd been shot in the ass with a stench detector.

(second idea on the breath...)

...like she'd been poised on the edge of a limburger cavern.

There ya go, sporty. Some Southern delectibles, just for you!

writtenwyrdd said...

It was about as noticeable as a fart in a hurricane--still smelly, but a whole lot less noticeable.

Or perhaps you can compare having a head cold to a really bad performance of John Phillip Souza marching music?

Whirlochre said...

Hmm. Maybe I've made myself as clear as a bucket of shit in a darkened tunnel.

Maybe what I'm looking for are some pre-existent cliched analogies we can stretch together.

However — these already stretched ones are pretty good so far so keep 'em coming.

Kiersten said...

Yes, that's what I was wondering, Whirl. I'm going to send you some cliche-ridden normal analogies post-haste.

McKoala said...

Oh. I thought we were supposed to write our own for you to abuse.

blogless troll said...

When you say stretch together, do you mean we--all of us--stretch a cliched analogy? Or do you mean we take one cliched analogy in the left hand, one in the right, stretch them and tie them together with one of those super fast cartoon knots to form one giant analogy?

Now that I've I typed that out I see you must mean the first. The second one made more sense in my head...

Whirlochre said...

Either will do, BT. This is exactly what I'm after.

As for abusing anything you sent me, McKoala — would I? Really?

OK. So my inbox awaits...

Robin S. said...

I have another post-party hangover deal going today. Well, not too bad, just tired with a mild headache.

I thought the overwrought stuff I sent your way yesterday was what you were looking for, and I was off the mark.

SO, I really need an example, baby.
Because my brain ain't helping me out this afternoon. Please?

Whirlochre said...

I'm not sure I know what's happening here myself, Robin.

Mom In Scrubs said...

Like flies on shit.

Like a fart in a skillet.

Like a fat man at a buffet.

Okay, maybe those aren't cliche enough?

Faster than a speeding bullet.

Here: YOU look them up!

Similes Galore

Knock yourself out (like Mike Tyson). :)

Whirlochre said...

Like a Mom on a roll...