The Simile Museum

Tag: Fiction

“Rather than fabulous and enviable, then, I felt in London the way you do when you take one step too many at the bottom of a flight of stairs: brought up short by the unexpected plateau and its dull, unyielding thud.”

-Lisa Halliday

“While we sped through the city, the air scraping against my face, I felt like a kite not quite catching the wind, thinking that if he could go just for a little longer and if I tightened my grip, I might take flight.”

-Christopher Gonzalez

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“Human beings pass me on the street, and I want to reach out and strum them as if they were guitars.”

-Sandra Cisneros

“The wind opened and closed Rawiya’s scarf like a lung.”

-Zeyn Joukhadar

“He was hiding something he exposed by his very attempt to conceal it, flanked by a dozen of their classmates who clung to his charisma like lint.”

-Susan Choi

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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

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

-Jennifer duBois