If you liked the literary train wrecks in the last post, you'll enjoy these! I must admit, I was tempted to use a couple of them--but I resisted. And so should you.
Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like "Second Tall Man."
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 PM traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 PM at a speed of 35 mph.
(My personal favorite!) The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.
John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.
Her thoughts tumbled in her head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red crayon.
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