Funny Metaphors Novels & Stories

eat? "Then, the big fish said, 'I... like... to... eat... small... fish... that... talks... slowly.' "After that, the small fish said, 'Oh, no!'" Nobody made a sound after Stella told the joke. Stella also thought that it was kind of a bad joke. So, she coughed and said, "Is it not funny?" Vermont showed his support. "No, it's hilarious." However, Keegan said sarcastically, "Do you mean ridiculous?"

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.

I had to jog to keep up, cursing him in my head with every step. Things like: Lumbering ox, musclebound caveman, stubborn cow, lazy alley cat… I’ve phased out the harsher insults from my vocabulary. My profession doesn’t exactly smile upon foul language. And besides, calling someone “stupid” outright? Technically, even that could be defamation. Even if it’s just in your head. “Dean! I’m tired!” “We’re here already.” “This building? When you said ‘Metro Tower Business Center,’ I imagined something else.”

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?”

I sat down and reminded myself I was here to say thank you. That was the whole of it. His coat was off today. Dark jumper. I noticed his shoulders in a way I immediately informed myself I had not, and looked down at a menu I didn’t need. He was telling me about the film he’d just finished—a director who communicated entirely in metaphors and expected the whole cast to keep up. He was funny about it without trying to be. Which is the most dangerous kind of funny. I laughed before I’d planned to. Loud.

Sometimes I let my paranoia get the best of me , this being one of those sometimes. " Oh really? Then why'd you claim to be perving on me?" She interrogated with an icy tone. " It was a figure of speech, Amanda. I never meant for you to take that seriously," " Figure of speech? What the hell kind of figure of speech is that?" " A believe it's a metaphor of some sort?" A hint of doubt laced in my voice. " So acting like a pervert is your idea of a metaphor, is that what you're telling me?"

And that is my dream. Fuck! I'm such an idiot. Who would like to take and keep a shoe? I can't believe myself, that I was so dumbbbbbb that time! I did not expect that phrase will affect my life! my WHOLE FUCKING LIFE! I did not know it was the Fucking Figurative Language! Do you know? Metaphor? I was blind by innocence! Poor me... Poor this handsome me. Didn't know what lies behind that phrase long ago. So when did I?

I huffed, crossing my arms. "Well he's hotter than you." She stated as if it explained everything. "And besides, you called him a mosquito!" She exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at me. "It was a metaphor!" "A really pathetic excuse of metaphor." She countered. Realizing there's no winning Allie, I swiftly changed the topic, which should've been the first thing anyone would have talked about. Anyone except Allie. "Fine, fine. You win. Now, is that the only thing you caught on?"

he lied, the words tumbling out too fast, too defensive. James let out a soft, amused laugh. It felt knowingly mocking. It scraped harshly against John’s nerves. “You see…” James drank from his beer, took a big gulp, his arm muscles flexing. “The refrigerator at the kitchen works as a mirror too.” The side of his lip curled into a powerful smirk. He didn’t need to say much. John already knew what he meant. He saw him. And just like that John had become the deer caught in the damn headlights.

Then it all clicks , I definitely had used the right term for my men. "Exactly!!" I say , kissing her forehead , praising her for giving me the idea "They are like puppies - my puppies..Just like Fluffy , they are naughty but bad naughty…They go around causing trouble and havoc - like how Fluffy had dropped the vase today. However , I keep them in check , I control them and save them when they are in trouble ; just the way you saved Fluffy today…Now my men seem very very very scary , I know they do - but when you get to know them , they are not that bad…I promise" I tell her , patting myself on the back for coming up with that analogy. She looks at me with a slight smile on her lips.