Funny Metaphors Romane & Geschichten

emoji. The messages arrived at random times throughout the day. A photo of his coffee cup with the caption "Fuel for another thrilling day of capitalism." A link to an article about workplace productivity with the comment "Thought you might find this amusing." Simple things that somehow made even the longest days feel a little less lonely.

Moreover, I might be young but I'm not weak. "Did you see the way he held her face at the ceremony? I could tell she almost felt like dying. I really saw her eyes watered." And do I have to tell them I've felt like dying a thousand times but did not die? Metaphorically speaking, I have been stabbed in the heart a thousand times but did not die.

] "Woah that felt good. I was totally handsome right!!!" [You looked like a monkey who wants to fly.] "Terrible metaphor, you mean pig right." [At least you understand yourself host.] "Hah haaah I so want to kill now."

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

He asked. “Anyway then he goes .. you’re burning a hole in my head., or something.” She said in a deep voice, mocking him. “And I don’t know how because he was dead asleep. Anyway it scared the shit out of me and I came up off the bed into the air and squealed like a money…” “Why the primate analogies?” Mickey asked. “And oh my god it … it was so freaking funny … so yeah … that’s what it was ..” Emerson told them. And she was grinning. Happily.

“Hmm. brother vibes, huh? But that smile he gave you? Whew. Didn’t look very brotherly. More like… N*****x smile.” I laughed. “Come on. It’s not like that.” “Sure, sure.” She sipped her drink, shrugged. “Just saying… sometimes the nicest ones sneak up on you. Before you know it, you’re falling — and you don’t even realize it.” I stared at her for a beat, wondering if she was talking about me… or herself. But I said nothing. Because when Sue starts using cute metaphors, it usually means something bigger’s brewing underneath. When I got home, I didn’t even change. I dropped my bag by the bed and walked straight to my desk. I had too much to finish — plates, proposals, and that cursed miniature

Adrian asked, looking at me with worry in his eyes. My stomach fluttered at the caring tone he had addressed me with. "Yeah I'm okay, thank you. I'm just glad to be away from those lights and prying eyes." I said. "They can be quite scary." Adrian sympathized. "Like predators pouncing on their prey." I said with a small smile on my face. "Nice metaphor." Adrian joked, causing an airy laugh to erupt from my lips. Although it was completely new to me, it was nice to share a joke with my husband.

“You are funny.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “I am also traumatized. I almost got eaten by wolves. I fell off a cliff. I ran through ghost trees. I saw dead people walking like they were on a normal stroll. And now I am talking to a naked stranger. So yes. I am funny. It is a coping mechanism.” She laughed. Actually laughed. Which annoyed me. “You think this is funny?” I demanded. “Yes.” “This is not funny. This is the worst day of my life.”

I was barely a full two sentences in when Dallas started nudging me once again. "Let's get coffee." He suggested. I was about to revolt but he just continued to speak. "Or we can catch a movie-pizza, maybe ice cream but it's cold so hot chocolate is okay too." "Maybe we can pull a Mark Dobson too." I chirped innocently. Dallas didn't understand the reference- which I was thankful for because he shut up for a good minute. I could continue writing my notes. "What is with you and these weird metaphors?" He mumbled in thought.

“Why are you always so defensive and aggressive with me? All you do with Caster is smile like an idiot to every damn word he says, even when he tells you your cooking sucks,” “I’m not an idiot,” “I didn’t call you one. It’s only a metaphor” He replied with sincerity. “What you’re trying to say is a simile. Not a metaphor” I clicked my tongue. “Okay, smartypants, so, are you going to the wedding? Mom wants you there and your dress is already on the way,” Disappointing Mrs. Miller isn’t something I would be proud to do but at the same time, anything that’ll make me do things with Derek is something I would like to avoid.