Literary Tropes Examples Novels & Stories

sky and as an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms. I will love you as a wet paper towel loves to be crumpled into a ball and thrown at a bathroom ceiling and an eraser loves to leave dust in the hairdos of the people who talk too much. I will love you as a cufflink loves to drop from its shirt and explore the party for itself and as a pair of white gloves loves to slip delicately into the punchbowl. I will love you as a taxi loves the muddy splash of a puddle and as a library loves the patient tick of a clock. I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune lo

Taking a seat beside Willow, I took her hand in mine. “It’s called pathetic fallacy,” Giulia said, her eyes locked on the storm outside. “It’s a literary device where the weather mimics the feelings or emotions of a character or situation. The weather is quite fitting, don’t you think, Luigi?” Bringing my eyes up to her, I tossed her daggers with my eyes. “How so, Giulia?” I asked, my voice measured.

Brittle aura of bones over the unsettling tear & this is to complicate the scenes from a horoscopic point of view. I’ve found the signs in a jar: heart lotuses, synecdoche. Flowers of the intricate past, I’ve brought them up to the altar with or without a conclusive epiphany, a conflict so indistinct as a star milked for its nirvana, for the riddling tales it tells right from the beginning, middle & end. The setting seems very patient.

I'd already figured out that his request for help had been a ruse, but now I also knew he was more educated than he'd let on. He chuckled, "It worked, didn't it?" I punched him in the arm, but he reacted like it was a feather. "So, back to the prophecy," I said. "It's more like a mixture of 'chiasmus' and 'antimetabole,' the first repeating the meaning with different words and the second repeating the same words." The heated look returned to his eyes. "Stop it," I laughed. "Focus." I pointed to my phone. "One birth. That means we're talking about one person here, right?"