The Simile Museum

Tag: Fiction

“She was as empty inside as a scooped-out melon.”

-C.J. Hauser

“The streets run steeply up and down, ad the streetcars travel back and forth like rooms ablaze with light.”

-Herta Müller

“By the time we reached the Saekdal Beach, the sun peeked over the horizon like a cracked eyelid. Rocks glistened, clenched like obsidian fists.”

-Silvia Park

“Everyone started to hunker down. They were busy with work, and some people had begun having families, too, so they stayed home with their kids on the weekend, which made sense. People evaporated, though only by about fifty percent: they still existed as texts and likes and shares. Like ghosts, showing up at a séance by way of knocking over your teacup.”

-Adrienne Celt

“Over time, many small infatuations rippled the surface of her mind, like the spring breeze that makes new leaves tremble without changing their life’s course.”

-Tove Ditlevsen

“Grief rattles about your mind like a loose pebble in a shoe.”

-Caleb Azumah Nelson

“The laughter came wrung out against my will like sugar, like sweat, like a whole child, like oil from a grape seed, an unlikely miracle.”

-Venita Blackburn

“Nora’s voice was annoyingly like Alison’s, precise and concerned, careful, like the handwriting on a get-well card.”

-Alexandra Kleeman

“Aleq sat with him, but Malik didn’t seem to see him. Food appeared on his lap and then was taken away. Aleq reminded him of the way, on bad-weather days, they used to tell each other that if they closed their eyes and opened them again, the sun would be back out.

Finally Malik moved his arms and opened his eyes. His head swayed like they were on a boat.”

-Jim Shepard

“But then there are those who wear their destinies like nooses, whose lives run straight as planks, however they try to twist.”

-Madeline Miller