The Simile Museum

Tag: Fiction

“He skitters through the schoolyard like a traitor to childhood.”

-Richard Powers

“The woman was staring at her, so Ava stared back—the two of them aiming their gazes at each other like guns—all the way across the City of Lights. Just looking at each other from opposite shores of the rattling train. Eventually Ava took off her earrings, still not taking her eyes off the woman. Why? Because her assumption at that point, of course, was that the two of them would fight to the death. But when the train pulled into the last stop on the line, the woman just stood to exit, and when she did so, she even held back the sliding doors politely, so Ava could go first.”

-Mona Awad

“They all sat there in silence. It was like being in a play where no one knew the next line.”

– Emily St. John Mandel

“Then the river, like an awakened bear, yanked the rope and Juan went down too.”

-Diane Cook

“Most of Muriel’s friends are writers, real writers, not like my old friends who got over it like the flu.”

-Lily King

“When he visited, Desiree felt like a girl again, the years falling away like meat off the bone.”

-Brit Bennett

“She sorts through the other babies. She pats me down as if searching for something. She touches me on the thigh. She feels like she’s about to snow.”

-Sabrina Orah Mark

“Tarquin Gould’s parents were out of town, so he had to throw a party, those were the rules. The news circulated like a virus: it was uncertain who had started it, but by the time the weekend came around it had been received by everyone who needed to receive it.”

-Emma Sloley

“It was hard to tell the nature of the look from across the expanse of equipment, under the gym’s flattening fluorescent light. Either way, she had her pale eyes fixed on him, and every once in a while, in the middle of a set, she gave him an effortful smile. The amount of weight she was lifting, he saw, was significant. An immense iron stack rose up slowly behind her like an omen.”

-Sarah Shun-lien Bynum

“Kids were always needing a Band-Aid, pink skin splitting like summer fruit.”

-Rumaan Alam