Funny Metaphors Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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..."

“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

Liam had an uncanny ability to infuse laughter and light-heartedness into any situation. His jokes, witty remarks, and playful banter seemed to dissolve the weariness of the physical work we were engaged in. The repetitive strokes of the paintbrush and the meticulous care required to refurbish the furniture might have been tiring, but Liam's humor was a refreshing reprieve. It kept us going, and his ability to make even mundane tasks feel like fun was a testament to his infectious spirit.

She cried at the sound of gloomy music on the tv and radio. She cried over the fact that she cried and she cried because things lacked substance. Zari felt as if she was moving in slow motion, swimming through a sea of shadows. Then she said, “What an awful Metaphor,” she thought, and then she laughed asking herself, “What is a metaphor? How did I know that word?” Even though she didn't know what the word meant anymore, she had the feeling she'd known it, once before. She'd known a lot of things. Then again, maybe not. Something was wrong with her. Wrong, she thought.

“He couldn’t have meant it literally because well, we’ve been over everyone’s heads and we never saw her from the top or the Ferris wheel so he must have meant it metaphorically.” I blinked once, trying to tell her that I did not fully grasp what she was saying. “So she’s metaphorically above our heads?” “Yes! Look, I know you are too stupid to understand it but I’ll explain on the way okay.” She turned to leave. “Wait! The way to?” “To where I can explain it to you.” I was still recovering from the shock of the Warrior chase from the fare, I definitely wasn’t ready for another run. “And where is that?—look I don’t want to have to die twice.”

she mused as the bad mood was taking control of each of her expressions "this has been completed your fault." "You speak as if you were under the command of some general and your his exalted soldier faithful to his orders you second him", making use of an obvious metaphor openly seeking to make me understand and continue saying "Lyall has simply caught our attention so you have to understand that it is nothing of the other world, now I ask you are you afraid of him?"

"My pleasure, love." He pulls back onto the road, driving slow enough for my thoughts to wander. "Aren't we going to address the elephant in the car?" I ask, my voice still thick from the cold. "You can see an elephant in my car?!" He gasps dramatically. "That's concerning, Lara. You sure the cold isn't causing you to hallucinate?" He jokes and glances at me, hoping I'll laugh. I don't. I roll my eyes. "It's a metaphorical expression and I know that you know. So stop playing."

] "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."