Prompt Tuesday #3

There are two reasons I like Tuesdays. First, Monday is over and I don’t have to live through it again for a whole week. Second, Prompt Tuesday (Yeah!).

I post a prompt and a response, and I encourage you to post – or at least write – a response too. It is fun and is a good warm up to writing. And don’t for get to check out the other prompts, click the Prompt Tuesdays link under Tags.

Prompt

Create your own metaphors (Source: fictionwriting.about.com)

1. Blue paint spilled on the road like ____________________.
2. Canceled checks in the abandoned subway car seemed ____________________.
3. A spider under the rug is like ___________________.
4. Graffiti on the abandoned building like ___________________.
5. Nothing was the same, now that it was ___________________.
6. The dice rolled out of the cup toward Veronica like ___________________.
7. A child in ___________________ is like a ___________________ in ___________________.
8. ___________________ is like muscles stretched taut over bone.
9. The fog plumed through gunshot holes in the car windows like ___________________.
10. She held her life in her own hands as if it were ___________________.
11. Lacey poured coffee down her throat as if ___________________.
12. If I should wake before I die, ___________________.
13. The security guard walks the lobby as if ___________________.
14. The library books left in the rain like ___________________.
15. Music in the hallway like ___________________.

Response

1. Blue paint spilled on the road like water splashing from the bath.
2. Canceled checks in the abandoned subway car seemed worn and torn like old treasure maps..
3. A spider under the rug is like jam between your toes.
4. Graffiti on the abandoned building like scars on a battle worn warrior.
5. Nothing was the same, now that it was all stirred together like cookie dough batter.
6. The dice rolled out of the cup toward Veronica like boulders crashing down a hill.
7. A child in the morning is like a baby bird in the throws of a hungry wail.
8. My nerves is are like muscles stretched taut over bone.
9. The fog plumed through gunshot holes in the car windows like smoke from a cigar.
10. She held her life in her own hands as if it were a simple river stone.
11. Lacey poured coffee down her throat as if it were rain after a long drought.
12. If I should wake before I die, I will feel all the more dispair.
13. The security guard walks the lobby as if he is a tiger stalking its prey.
14. The library books left in the rain like stray cats on a garbage can.
15. Music in the hallway like construction work in the city.