The Simile Museum

Tag: Fiction

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“For days after getting a letter he was irascible and joyful, worked day and night, foamed out ideas like a fountain. Then slowly, with desperate spurts and struggles, he came back to earth, to dry ground, ran dry.”

-Ursula K. Le Guin

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“Above us, maybe, is a full moon. It shimmers like an enormous backlit tooth, and we stop a moment to stare.”

-Jennifer duBois

Imagine, if you can, a small room, hexagonal in shape, like the cell of a bee.”

 E. M. Forster

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“Wit as thick as Tewksbury mustard.”

-William Shakespeare

“The city is an extension not strong enough for its own weight. The final crust on the edge of a peninsula, stuck out at the edge of the ocean like a dare–the kind that you know you won’t live through but that you go for anyway because you’re young and you don’t give a shit and there’s no backing down. But the city is old. It keeps daring itself not to bury its dead.”

-Gabrielle Lucille Fuentes

“Inside the upper deck of the barge is my home, with a bed that splits apart like kindling and the rest an attic of dusty, dried up paints and paintings. Most of them I’ve turned toward the wall.”

-Paige Cooper

“There are touches like bridles you can kick away, and then there are touches that startle you into temporary submission, like the universe catching its breath: body against stunned body, mind against bright mind. A sudden snare of recognition. Wildness regarding itself.”

-Amy Bonnaffons