The Journal of Provincial Thought
Death by Simile

Feel free to cut and paste if you should be writing a potboiling detective screed.

“She smiled cryptically, like a nubile young lassie with brand-new breasts, who realizes she’s been dealt a solid pair.”

“As smarmy as a Philadelphia lawyer about to appropriate a widow’s mite.”

“A strained soprano voice like an agitated butcher feeding birdshot through his mincer.”

“He felt like the lowest man on a totem pole mistakenly sited on a patch of quicksand.”

“He scrabbled for the dum-dum bullets like a blind man making change on Saturday night in a two-dollar whorehouse.”

“It was as cold as the frost on __________’s [insert appropriate name:  Dick Cheney?  Donald Rumsfeld?] official smile.”  

“The Chinaman emitted an evil chuckle, like a dull cleaver hacking through old leather.”

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