Revenge of the Bad Similes Story!
I’ve always wanted to do one of those fun blog entries where everyone contributes a line or two of a story and we keep going until God only knows what we’ve come up with. Anyone wanna play? Yesterday’s adventures with the Rodale Synonym Finder gave me an idea.
Let’s make a really, really, BAD story. One with the WORST similes we can think of. The rules are simple. Write a line or two of the story but add a horrible simile to it. Feel free to add smilies.
I’ll start with a few lines:
He saw her from across the room, his eyes meeting hers for the first time like two strangers who have just been introduced. :confused2:
“Julia!” he called out, with the enthusiasm of a twelve-year-old about to see Episode III of Star Wars.:starwars:
“Get lost, Harold,” she retorted, like a woman squashing a bug beneath her steely boot. 
The next line is yours…
Michelle posted in Writing @ 6:19 am | Viewed 1380 times
kacey Says:
She stood there, pretty as a picture, but Jack couldn’t figure out why she had called him Harold.:mrgreen:
Michelle Says:
“You must have mistaken me for someone else,” he said, as innocently as a newborn baby.
Suzanne Says:
And it really made him mad, so he whipped out his gun and said, NO ONE CALLS ME HAROLD.
Mary Says:
She whipped out her gun, too, and said, “No one calls me no one.”
Bonnie Ferguson Says:
Rene Says:
She caressed the cold metal of her .44 like it was a pet chinchilla after a good brushing and took aim with the purpose of a dog at a fire hydrant convention.
Michelle Says:
Jack was about to haul off and shoot her, but like a man whose Viagra prescription just ran out, he couldn’t get his weapon off in time.
kacey Says:
(LOL!)
She laughed at him like a woman possessed. :confused2: “Typical man. All talk. No follow through.”
….BANG
Michelle Says:
She stepped across his dead body and suddenly she saw him across the room. Hunkier than Brad Pitt, Mel Gibson, and Russell Crowe tied up and lying naked on a silver platter just for her, the stranger smiled.
Amy K. Says:
Just then, the supposedly dead guy reached up and grabbed her, holding on like a tick to a dog’s back.
Ralph Surptid Says:
The wind started blowing hard, like an overplugged fan