Since school and life have been busy I don't have must time to be creative and write anything new but I have to keep writing so my few, thought faithful, readers will continue looking this up. I share with you some similes, metaphors, and personifications I came up with (with the help of prompts) for my literature class. You might get an idea of the crazy way my mind works at times. My favorite one is the second personification on winter. Writing it was a highly comical scene as my mother and I sat at Starbucks drinking our hot chocolate. Books, papers, and homework surrounded me as we sat at a corner table blocked in by business people. When no ideas for the personification came immediately I became frustrated. My frustration grew as the ideas finally came but made no sense to anyone. I sat in the corner, shifting around in my chair and making large hand motions trying to get my mom to follow my train of thought (which is hard on a normal day). As I talked the assignment out the stares became more and more frequent and more and more sceptical. I'll just say that in the end it did work out, at least my teacher like it which is all that really matters. :) I hope this brings a smile to you day.
1. Rain on a roof sounds like the pitter-patter of small, bare feet on a wooden floor.
2. Ice cream on a hot day tastes like an unexpected day off at work.
3. Jumping into cold water on the first day of summer vacation feels like opening a present on Christmas Eve.
4. Summer is a child’s weekend.
5. A fierce thunderstorm is a step in life; trouble some at times but leading to rejuvenation.
6. Growing up is a journey, constantly moving, forever learning, and always experiencing new things.
7. A tree (try personifying it as old and wise)
The tree sits back as he watched his grandchildren sprout up around him. As life comes to a close he spends his days sharing his tales and instilling truth in them. All to often though, the children run, missing a once in a lifetime chance they will soon regret ignoring.
8. Winter (personify it anyway you want)
Winter glides into the ballroom, her skirt of snow swirls across the floor as she flutters throughout the room. The other dancers give way to her brilliance but they cannot be kept away for long. Spring soon stomps on Winter’s train, marring it with mud and Flowers will over take the floor shunning her out the door. Winter had her moment to shine but fame does not last.