I challenge you guys to write me a 100-word metaphor. No restrictions. Can be a poem metaphor or normal novel writing. Can be realistic or fantasy. Doesn't matter. Challenge yourself.

:)

She was pale; a moon floating through the sky, generating pale cold light, fading and wavering, at the slightest inclination of a cloud coming to back off in light and intensity, and a slow flush spreading, the earth eclipsing the moon so only red light emanating from the moon, dim and humiliated, and turning pale again as the earth and the threat moved on and became white as the moon in the floating sky.

Two images danced before my eyes. Her wings beat softly, the cream-colored feathers flickering in the candlelight. Her smirk cast a shadow across her face, laying across her innocent eyes. A glowing circlet surrounded her head, distorting images behind it. I looked away, embarrassed. I felt her gaze piercing my memories, judging me in an instant. That was when I saw it. Out of the corner of my eye, her form blurred, replaced with a glint of steel and shadow. She gave me a smile composed of her incisors. She knew. With gold eyes, she locked her gaze into mine, and my resolve melted away.

BWAHAHA. Yes, someone's about to die.

The world spun...As a woman spins the spinning wheel, spinning new thread as the wheel turns round and round, dizzying, and making all the flax twist and turn into thread, to be sewn together in the Tapestry of Life, so the goddess Takhsis spun the world around in the wheel of the Spinning Wheel of Life.

Like my Homeric Simile?

Well all it was was a metaphor, right? It didn't say metaphor NOT simile, right?

Alright fine. But that WAS a good simile, right???? (pleading look)

Can it be a Homeric simile???
If so,then it will be easy!

Yeah, I think so...I wrote a homeric simile that was the most stupidest thing ever so idk.

My world burned: Bridges built on lies and hopes disintegrated at a touch. Disillusionment flickered like flame all around my head. Memories of happier times were called up to countermand the advance, but to no avail. Depression settled on me like heavy ash, refusing to let me move, to let me talk, to let me live. As my world burned inside, I sat idly by and tried to act normal. Normal like always, with my mask of smiles and laughs. Trying to regain what happiness I had known so shortly ago, such was my folly. The fire inside ravaged itself out, leaving a husk and more ash, to settle forever on the floating breeze of my thoughts…

(wow! that turned out...uh... emo)

That is the most emoest metaphor I have ever read.

-cries- eeeeeeeeeemoooooooooooooo...

Very well written though. I loved that one.

Immortal Emo! Wow! That could be a great metaphor!

'Immortal Emo' ??

meh, it was a kinda' spur of the moment thing...
Thanks for the comments though...

to emo for me though.
Someone should write a happy long metaphor next...

it's an EMO that you CANNOT KILL! Wow. And yes, that's a good title for you. Nah, I'm not good at happy metaphors. Gah.

I could be but I chose not to be because I'm lazy that way.

Yes me too. I am SO lazy right now.

The cold cut through any jacketed defense like a knife. Wind howling dementedly, the leaves danced across the road like mad dancers. Breath fogging the air like a hanged man's last breath, I stepped down the road. Footsteps clanging in the silence like a church bell's funeral toll. Careful to stay in the halos of light radiating from the lonely street lights, I moved onward,hampered by biting cold and stinging wind. Through the arthritic trees, a harvest moon rose, bathing the world in an unwholesome gold light.


Halloween