“And here, the baptismal gowns of lost children, like limp little ghosts.”
-Kirstin Valdez Quade
The Simile Museum
Tag: Story
October 27, 2022
“I looked down the length of the Vine. It was a long, narrow place, like a train car that wasn’t going anywhere.”
-Denis Johnson
September 21, 2022
“I still remembered the moment they first arrived, their spaceships burning the atmosphere like comets, like falling angels, and how we’d surrounded the ships in horror, aiming for their thin legs with anything we could find, because the rest of their bodies were armored but the legs snapped like pencils.”
-Brenda Peynado
November 30, 2021
“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
January 20, 2020
“He offered an explanation, speaking of his search for tiny pores in the skin of reality, like holes that worms bore into wood, and how upon finding one he was able to expand and stretch it the way a glassblower turns a dollop of molten glass into a long-necked pipe, and how he then allowed time to flow like water at one mouth while causing it to thicken like syrup at the other.”
-Ted Chiang
April 3, 2019
“Imagine, if you can, a small room, hexagonal in shape, like the cell of a bee.”
– E. M. Forster
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
September 10, 2018
“I washed my hands as if they were children, cradling first one and then the other.”
-Miranda July
May 9, 2018
“She has killed them, too, I thought, my mother. I saw their bodies stuffed into the well, white limbs bent like elephant tusks. I saw them hanging from the rafters in the attic, wrapped up in my mosquito net like flies. I saw my mother, straight-backed on the balcony with a cup of poisoned tea, the women retching out their innards in the garden below. That is what poison does to a person. A girl from school told me. She heard what my mother had tried to do.”
– Thirii Myo Kyaw Myint
November 14, 2017
“When they cut open his ankle and leg for the long bones, I see Pete’s Achille’s tendon. It looks like the eye of a round roast.”
-Amy Savage
The Simile Museum 