Please fill out the similes below by noon, Thursday, March 26 -- and try to have some fun doing it:
as hot as
as cold as
as dark as
as loud as
as silent as
as happy as
as sad as
a nose like
a voice like
a face like
a smell like
a blue like
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as hot as the stagnant air in a second-floor bedroom in summer
as cold as the first chill of autumn interrupting three months of warmth
as dark as the stain ink leaves on a crisp white shirt
as loud as a classmate's cough during an exam
as silent as the time between a night's conversation and falling sleep
as happy as a young child having their parents come from work
as sad as a parent alone in age, with no one to greet them excitedly, or at all
a nose like a lone branch protruding from a bare tree
a voice like a guitar being played incorrectly
a face like a cherub
a smell like autumn, musty with decaying leaves
a blue like the mark of a violent bruise
FUN!
As hot as gravy on mashed potatoes.
As cold as tiles under bare feet.
As dark as the ominous corner of the room.
As loud as a semi-truck rolling by and honking.
As silent as a house at 2 a.m.
As happy as a toddler with a new toy.
As sad as a child left behind by their parents for the first time.
A nose like a toucan’s beak.
A voice like a screeching violin.
A face like the carved statue of a Greek god.
A smell like a sewer rat rolled in spoiled milk.
A blue like the oceans you only see in National Geographic.
as hot as your pillow after 3 days of the flu
as cold as your socks after sleighing in January
as dark as space waaaay behind the sun
as loud your parents fight at 2 A.M.
as silent as you can be when you sneak into the house, blasted, circa 15 years old
as happy as the lunch you get from your parents after getting your drivers license (4 tries)
as sad as watching your friend go insane
a nose like oak tree bark with moss
a voice like a Spanish guitar on the coast of the Mediterranean
a face like a elbow skin and text book covers
a smell like an old baseball glove and fresh cut grass
a blue like cowboy jeans in Colorado
as hot as a sunburnt hand print on your shoulder.
as cold as a head in the freezer.
as dark as a chocolate chip cookie stain on khaki pants.
as loud as the ringing in your ear after dancing next to a speaker.
as silent as campus on Thanksgiving.
as happy as drinking beer during sunday football.
as sad as your heart leaning against your lungs for support.
a nose like a ski slope.
a voice like tires screeching.
a face like Mona Lisa.
a smell like burnt popcorn and Windex.
a blue like lips in below zero weather.
as hot as a crowded train in the midst of summer.
as cold as the first snowball of the season hitting you in the back of head.
as dark as one's most disturbing, innermost thought.
as loud as a silent statement that drives a dagger through your heart.
as silent as a night that is lit up only by the stars.
as happy as a kid when the training wheels finally get taken off.
as sad as the last night spent in your room the night before you become a real person.
a nose like a crooked carrot on a snowman's face.
a voice like a tone deaf singer hitting a high note.
a face like someone just danced all over it.
a smell like baseball on the first day of Spring.
a blue like the water of a place you've always wanted to go but never can.
as hot as a bald cotton field worker’s head
as cold as my grandmother’s circulatory-deficient toe
as dark as an Italian widow’s wardrobe
as loud as one-hundred deafening grandpas screaming “what?” into microphones at a school gymnasium.
as silent as the Iraq war
as happy as the 39-year-old who lost his virginity
as sad as the man who was denied a bulletproof vest
a nose like Michael Jackson’s
a voice like a subway train coming to an infinite halt
a face like that of my great-grandmother’s friend’s catsitter whose husband informed her that it was unfortunate plastic surgery was not around when her skin would still take.
a smell like fresh cut roses covered in shit
a blue like a blue-footed-boobie’s foot
as hot as a molten sidewalk in the city in the middle of July
as cold as an abandoned house with broken windows
as dark as Mike Cameron
as loud as marching bands in a funeral parlor
as silent as spiders spinning webs
as happy as a kid on the first day of summer
as sad as that old barfly playing the same country song on repeat all night
a nose like a raised portion of pavement
a voice like a wounded animal
a face like a used teabag
a smell like the best parts of being home
a blue like faded denim back pockets
as hot as the sun beating down on you on a beach in Bermuda
as cold as walking back from class at 8 p.m. surrounded by snow
as dark as a bat cave
as loud as a roaring tv when you're trying to sleep
as silent as 2 a.m. when everyone has already gone to sleep
as happy as waking up in the arms of the man/woman you love
as sad as a favorite grandparent dying
as sad as watching your childhood pet suffer
a nose like Pinnochio
a voice like my nearly deaf grandpa talking to my grandma in the early morning
a face like everyone else's
a smell like Thanksgiving morning
a blue like the morning sky that radiates through your window
As hot as a jewel from the heart of Kilauea
As cold as silence.
As dark as the altar of a black hole.
As loud as Judas Priest's Rob Halford on the "Painkiller" album.
As silent as a empty graveyard.
As happy as a summer song.
As sad as a child lost in a supermarket.
A nose like a politican, crooked as crooked can get.
A voice like Cookie Monster on helium.
A face like a Picasso painting.
A smell like the finest rose stuck in a port-o-potty.
A blue like a quiet jazz bar.
as hot as handle of a metal pot which has been cooking for hours.
as cold as your favorite beer on a hot summer day.
as dark as the streets at home during a blackout.
as loud as an air horn your friends have used as a joke to wake you from a deep sleep.
as silent as the awkward silence of everyone realizing the person you have been mocking is behind you.
as happy as a person who just got dismissed from jury duty.
as sad as a child who just discovered there is no Santa Claus, Easter Bunny or Tooth Fairy.
a nose like an anteater.
a voice like Frank Sinatra.
a face like Rocky Dennis.
a smell like the aroma of fresh baked cookies coming out of the oven.
a blue like the clear blue sky during the summer months.
as hot as my stomach after shot of vodka
as cold as my father
as dark as world when i close my eyes
as loud as nights in Moscow
as silent as reflection in the mirror
as happy as dog when it is time for a walk
as sad as hell's angel without the motorbike
a nose like one i would like to have
a voice like Geisha's whisper
a face like emoticon
a smell like room after sex
a blue like hand painted teacups in my grandmother house
I think I had too much fun doing this...
as hot as a playground's metal slide on the Fourth of July
as cold as the other side of the bed when you roll over and realize he/she is gone
as dark as the deep end of an in-ground pool at midnight
as loud as dropped coins, spinning and rolling during a dramatic pause in a silent theatre
as silent as a teenage romeo after learning his juliet is expecting
as happy as Shirley Jones always seemed to be during Partridge Family song sequences
as sad as the final note in the encore of your favorite band's show.
as sad as the realization that Ron Jeremy can get laid, but you can't.
a nose like Lombard Street, crooked in all the wrong places
a voice like gravel shimmied on a pie plate.
a voice like strawberry shortcake, sprinkled in pixy stix and wrapped in buttercream.
a face like a river bed after 10 years of drought
a smell like the first foray into Indian cooking
a blue like tongues at the ends of Bomb Pops
a blue like the inner swirl of a hippie's tie-dyed shirt
a blue like a song sung
As hot as the sand on a beach with the sun scorching down on it.
As cold as the fingers of a partner with poor circulation.
As dark as the space your mind goes when you close your eyes.
As loud as metal crunching while you replay a car accident in your mind.
As silent as a Charlie Chaplin silent film.
As happy as knowing you're in love.
As sad as being left behind and forgotten.
A nose like the classic view of witches with green skin and warts all over their faces.
A voice like a mother singing lullabies to a sick child.
A face like a Cabbage Patch Kid.
A smell like burnt hair and flesh.
A blue like the ink that dries on my paper.
as hot an Ox chasing flocks of seagulls
as cold as the poles after three months of snow
or clark after finding out that Kent was not his mark
as dark as anti-chalk scrawled against nature's sky and clouds
as loud as the sound of proud
the lion who's pride gets around
-like fish during lent
As silent as the heart of ceasar's friends
knives drawn, mouth-corners bent
down, dripping like sap
happy as a proud pappi
with his seed in his lap.
A nose like a Roman general's
A voice like a dying harpie's A face like the purest chime
A smell like mating Kodiaks
A blue like red
as hot as the sun that turns my skin into flakes.
as cold as a snowball packed without gloves.
as dark as the basement room I was afraid to enter, as a child and now.
as loud as the cannon that busted my Poppa's eardrum.
as silent as a baby, exhausted from fussing.
as happy as a parent watching their tassel-headed child cross the stage.
as sad as a woman who just became a widow.
a nose like a clown, puffy and red from betrayal.
a voice like my mother, cooing me to sleep.
a face like a monster, pock-marked and oozing with adolescence.
a smell like my cat after a bath.
a blue like the sun after a violent summer storm.
as hot as molten iron
as cold as a dead man’s touch
as dark as freshly paved asphalt
as loud as thousands of bones being crushed at the same time
as silent as a city plagued by nuclear fallout
as happy as leech sucking the blood out of a body
as sad as the only bird left from a slaughtered flock
a nose like Richard Nixon
a voice like a ragged, old man taking his tenth shot of whiskey
a face like a cartoon caricature of a real person
a smell like rotting garbage that was cooked by the sun
a blue like the blood inside your veins
as hot as a pillow in the morning
as cold as a turned shoulder
as dark as black mustard
as loud as a kettle whistling
as silent as a blinking eye
as happy as tomorrow
as sad as yesterday
a nose like my grandmother
a voice like my own
a face like the motionless night
a smell like water breathing
a blue like my father's eyes
As hot as the first spark of romance between us.
As cold as your eyes on the day you left.
As dark as the three months that followed.
As loud as a party at midnight.
As silent as party after the police arrive.
As happy as a vegetarian eating his first steak.
As sad as his digestive track is two hours later.
A nose like a burnt out light bulb.
A face like a junkyard.
A smell like the animal that died in your wall.
A blue like the frost on the first day of autumn.
It was really interesting to see the difference in everyone's answers. I hope you compile some that you like the best and share them with the class. It would be fun to see what you would come up with too.
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