“Wit as thick as Tewksbury mustard.”
-William Shakespeare
The Simile Museum
Tag: Fiction
February 26, 2019
“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
February 12, 2019
“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
January 13, 2019
“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
November 11, 2018
“Wife three, it must be said, looked radiant, though it was a cold radiance like that of a blade. Treat me like an object of pity, her bearing announced, hint that I was somehow to blame, and I will cut you.”
-Sigrid Nunez
October 30, 2018
“He was very tall and strong, with a face as big as a ham — plain and pale, but intelligent and smiling.”
-Robert Louis Stevenson
October 12, 2018
“A man used to live near us in a big two-storey house. The house was of concrete, with decorated concrete blocks, and it was in a lovely ochre colour with chocolate wood facings, everything so neat and nice it look like something to eat.”
-V.S. Naipaul
October 7, 2018
“They kept reaching for each other’s waists and drawing their hands quickly away, as if testing the heat of a fire.”
-Jamel Brinkley
September 22, 2018
“I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds–with God’s help I catch some.”
-Jean Rhys
September 10, 2018
“I washed my hands as if they were children, cradling first one and then the other.”
-Miranda July
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