Funny Metaphors の小説・ストーリー

I ask jokingly, flipping my hair and winking in his direction. He laughs; a free, melodic sound that seems to diffuse into the breeze and resonate all around us, silencing the hustle and bustle of the streets around us. “She was all that, yes.” He says, and my demeanor falls at his use of the past tense. “But you remind me of her cause you’re both… conflicted, in a way. I can’t really explain it, but it’s like looking down a frozen lake, trying to understand if what I’m seeing is a fish or my reflection.” He pauses, shakes his head and laughs, but it sounds bitter this time. “I’m terrible at metaphors.”

Eyes that were not quite eyes followed every motion of her breath. > “All right,” Mira said, trying to sound like a patient teacher instead of someone mentoring a reality-bending toddler. “Lesson one: emotional regulation.” > I don’t understand the term. > “Obviously. Okay—humans feel things, but we don’t let those things turn the weather purple.” > Purple is pretty. > “It’s catastrophic.” > So is love. Mira sighed. “Oh, wonderful, you’ve discovered poetry again.” From behind her, Adrian cleared his throat. “Maybe try… smaller metaphors?”

For someone who didn't want to offend, Arlo actually sounds very offending. I chuckled, "what exactly do you mean?" He shrugged, "I don't know, you're both like magnets. But of opposite poles. Still made of the same materials but repelling each other instead of pulling." I've never really thought of us like that, but that was a great way to describe how we are. Who would have thought Arlo can actually make good metaphors? I found myself thinking how August would have liked that. She mocked a metaphor I did once. "Don't worry, you won't be like us. Raven's not Dove and you are definitely not like me. Not even the slightest."

I said, then followed up impishly with, “Followed by some nice exercise.” He smiled. “Yes it was. But since we’ve got to wait an hour before we go back in the water – ” “You know that’s an old wives’ tale, right?” “You’re aware I was using a metaphor, right?” “Very funny, smartass.” “As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted: if we’ve got to take a break from… ‘exercise’… is there anything you want to do?” I thought about gambling… but it didn’t really sound appealing. And I didn’t think there were any shows this time of night. “No, not really. You?”

“Yeah. I mean, two days ago I was miserable for a second. But now? I feel like a happy, mentally stable walnut.” Sophie stared. “A walnut.” “Yes.” “That’s your choice of metaphor.” “Do you not see the vision?” “No.” “Wow. Okay. Fake friend energy.” She laughed again and nudged my knee. “I’m serious though. You do seem good.” I nodded slowly, playing with the edge of the mat with my fingers. “Yeah I think I just stopped caring about the stupid stuff.” “Good,” she said. “Because honestly, you’re too dramatic for sadness.”

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.

Has she gone insane? "Did you dump your screws in the river?" I knitted my eyebrows, equally amazed at her audacity. Softness fled away from her eyes; they darkened with fury. Nose stretched like the puff of the chicken wings and smoke erupted out from her ears. 'Yeah, the metaphorical wings definitely had too much red chilly powder.' "You wolf!"

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 mutters with a casual shrug of her shoulder like it was no big deal. “You mean to tell me why you threw me under a bus.” She looks horrified. Her eyes are wide along with her mouth. “I did no such thing. Why would I try and throw a human under a bus? I would rather just remove their spine.” “It’s a figure of speech. It means, why did you screw me over.”

"Poof... Ahem, ahem..." Mo Feitong coughed again, and his ears and back turned red. What a damn metaphor!