Funny Metaphors Novels & Stories

Max reminded me. Karl picked up his water and drank, probably to hide a smile. I set my coffee down in front of me with the precision of a woman restraining herself from stuffing two children with pancakes. “The wall was a metaphor,” I said. Max frowned. “What’s a metaphor?” “Something adults use to sound smart while avoiding facts.” Issa nodded immediately. “I like metaphors.” “Of course you do.” Max pointed at Karl’s bruise with his fork. “So can a metaphor hit?”

she put in so loudly that some customers noticed our behavior. I took her hand and lowered it. “I know you will. Where did you meet him?” “It’s in the club, in the city, the one we have been before Queen when I am with my two coworkers. There he was, like a snake lurking to me to get trapped, bite me with his poison and leave me in a moribund state. That asshole!” I cracked up at what she said. When she was angry and hurt, what she was saying became a metaphor or simile.

Lionheart smirked. “What is?” “Everything. Metaphors and shadow, hinting at deeper truths.” “Isn't the fruit a metaphor for sex? Serpent is pretty phallic.” The lion groaned. “Is your mind really so one-dimensional?” I drew my lips thin. “I was joking. Slightly. So poor Sammy has to play gardener to a tree on its last limbs? Is that what the scythe is for? Pruning?”

I said, though my voice came out too small. “To be honest, making “fuck me” eyes at me while teaching English is the most creative seduction strategy I’ve ever seen. I never would’ve taken a nerd like you for such a horny slut.” “What did you just call me?” I was starting to get offended by how utterly foul-mouthed he was being to me. “I’m not a…” “No?” He picked up the pen from the table, turned it once between his fingers. “So all of that…” he gestured vaguely at my face, across the table from him, “…that’s just how you look when you talk about metaphors?”

And fucking hell did it make my heart skip a fucking beat. “You’re quite dramatic, aren’t you?’ I shrugged. “It’s a hyperbolic metaphor.” “Basically dramatic,” she shot back playfully. “But yes. That's what I’m trying to say here.” “Well,” I said slowly before I planted a peck on her nose. “Fortunately for you, the three of you stand on equal grounds to me. So if our position was reversed, I would defy the rules. I’ll drink the poison then stab the silver stake through my heart.”

I opened my mouth, but thunder boomed above us and we both looked up. The sun of that morning was gone and the clouds were now an ominous grey. “Why does it feel like everywhere we go there's a storm brewing??” I asked. “A metaphor for the way things are between us?” He countered. “Leo…” I stopped when I saw the smile on his face. Felt my own follow. “Was that a joke?” “I've been known to make them,” he replied seriously and my smile grew. “Really? By who?” “Everyone” he replied and looked up when the thunder boomed again, and held out his hand as we turned back.

I gasped—dramatically—as I nearly snapped my head to glare at him. He glanced at me and actually let out a short laugh that sounded like thousands of angels singing a holy song for me. Is that too much for a metaphor? But I did feel my soul twerked a little bit after hearing his laugh vibrated on his chest. "Relax, princess. If you think that contract’s important, change your mind. I’ve got a better offer. Have you forgotten who I am?"

He suddenly starts laughing like I just told the funniest joke in the world. “Here with two people that we suddenly just met, wow that is the funniest thing I have heard all day, no, all my life.” Walking away from me like he is about to walk out of the garage, I block his path and try really hard not to shove him against the wall and kill him right where he stands.

The rich sound filled the car and seeped beneath my skin, where it transformed into a bloom of pleasure. "You truly come up with the most flattering comparisons." His dry tone contrasted with the sparkle in his eyes. My stomach swooped like l'd just plunged down the slope of a rollercoaster. The sight of a laughing, unguarded Dante was utterly catastrophic for my ovaries. "It's a talent I honed growing up." I tried to focus past my body's unwilling and, frankly, annoying reaction to a simple laugh. "During boring social events, my sister and I played agame where we had to come up with a good animal comparison for each guest. Alice Fong was a rabbit because she only ate salads and was constan

With her joke she not only made it a noun but she made it an abstract noun. "Sorry baby, it was just a bad joke you know" Grumpy Lewis looked away. He needed more flattery and convincing to even look at her and the thing she was doing with her hands seemed to be below the threshold. "Okay, you'll get a quickie" He turned around with a grin on his face. "You moron, I can't believe you made me do that" "The cream always rises to the top, am the smartest babe and I know you always keep your word so..."