It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you've accidentally stapled it to the wall
She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 legs missing
He was deeply in love; when she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a dustcart reversing
It was a working class tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with their power tools
The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze lijke an oscillating fan set on medium
The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a lamppost
It came down the stairs looking very much like something no-one had ever seen before
She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up
Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from 'I can't believe its not butter'
He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a landmine or something.
The young fighter had a hungry look. The kind you get from not eating for a while
The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work
The red brick wall was the colour of a brick red crayon
The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play
John and Mary had never met. They were also like two hummingbirds who had never met
The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the full stop after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field towards each other like two freight trains, one having left York at 6.35 pm travelling at 55mph, the other from Peterborough at 4.19pm at a speed of 35mph
The hailstones leaped from the pavement just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease
He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree
He face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had been gently compressed by a thigh-nmaster
His thoughts tumbled in his head. making and breaking alliances like underpants in a tumble dryer
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't
McMurphy fell 12 storeys, hitting the pavement like a paperbag filled with vegetable soup
Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.