"Oh, Jason, take me!" she panted, her breasts
heaving like a student on 31p-a-pint night. "
Hehe.........what feckin essay titles are they giving the kids these days?
These are metaphors from last years Leaving Cert essays....
* Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other
sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
* 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 stories, hitting the pavement like a paper bag
filled with vegetable soup.
* Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.
* Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the
centre
* Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
* He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.
* The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you
fry them in hot grease.
* Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across
the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left
Cork at 6:36 p.m. travelling at 55 mph, the other from Dublin at 4:19 p.m.
at a speed of 35 mph.
* The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the full stop after the
Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
* John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had
also never met.
* 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.
* The red brick wall was the colour of a brick-red crayon.
* Even in his last years, Grandpa had a mind like a steel trap, only
one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut.
* The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this
plan just might
work.
* The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not
eating for a while.
* Oh, Jason, take me!" she panted, her breasts
heaving like a student on 31p-a-pint night.
* 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 land mine or something.
* She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes
just before it throws up.
* The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and
extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a lamppost.
* It was a working class tradition, like fathers chasing kids around
with
their power tools.
* He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells,
as if she were a dustcart reversing.
* She was as easy as the Daily Star crossword.
* She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
* Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a first-generation
hermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened.
* It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it
to the wall.
The glass isn't half full or half empty it's just too damn big!
"Oh, Jason, take me!" she panted, her breasts
heaving like a student on 31p-a-pint night. "
Hehe.........what feckin essay titles are they giving the kids these days?
Allez les Bleus
".......the sea lay far away like a far away sea...."
Write a personal response to the title: "Love in the time of Swashbuckling."
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