The Simile Museum

Tag: Short Story

“But I couldn’t hear what he was saying, and I still couldn’t make out the words when smoke rose around him and he stood holding a giant seashell the size of a baseball glove filled with tobacco and this long, thick, bushy thing I’d later learn was sage that burned and smelled calm, like salt water.”

-Morgan Talty

“The rain lightened, and then turned to gravelly pellets of ice. It began to patter his windshield like the taps of someone trying to get his attention.”

-Rachel Kushner

“Hazel’s mom has a cloud of pale hair that she burns dry every morning. Whenever Hazel meets her focus, her frown springs into a grin. The grin is toothy and tight, like a sad shark that smiles only because of its anatomy.”

-Lydia Conklin

“When I woke, my joints had tightened like screws.”

-Tessa Yang

“Uncle Sean was as blandly ugly as a big toenail.”

-Karen Russell

“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

“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

“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