Lugh's decided to stick with bein mad at me. It's like traveling with a storm cloud. One of them that hangs low an heavy. The kind that builds an broods an keeps on buildin an brood in till everybody's got a sick headache.
Moira YoungTag: simile imagery harboring-anger
It felt as if I’d been teleported to the dark side of the moon, forced to gaze out at the stars and wonder which one I’d come from.
Heather HeffnerTag: loneliness imagery
The stars have come to the earth, and the ocean has turned over the ground; dark waves meet the sky.
Ally CondieTag: imagery
A mud-stained sunlight began to splatter the sodden fields, and the hateful, nasal world of birds began to come to life. It seemed to me that I was coming out of a suffocating nightmare and that the low clouds flying before the wind were the shreds of an evil dream.
Blaise CendrarsTag: dark imagery bleak inversion
The cork was in the bottle. He and the Atropos were trapped.
C.S. ForesterTag: poetic metaphor trapped imagery nautical bottle forester hornblower
All her life she had believed in something more, in the mystery that shape-shifted at the edge of her senses. It was the flutter of moth wings on glass and the promise of river nymphs in the dappled creek beds. It was the smell of oak trees on the summer evening she fell in love, and the way dawn threw itself across the cow pond and turned the water to light.
Eowyn IveyTag: imagery beautiful-writing
faces pressed against the pane, full of little, content with sawdust tears.
Jonathan Safran FoerBut the future lay open, a thousand kaleidoscopic possibilities with a small quick heartbeat, delicate and impatient
Jonathan Safran FoerTag: inspirational poetic imagery pages-63-64
desperately knocking against the blind little world, i loosened one of its planks, opening a window to a new, wider world. There, spread out, was a profusion of geography, of atmosphere, of full empty air.
Jonathan Safran FoerTag: poetic imagery pages-68-69
August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly included between its pages.
Jonathan Safran FoerTag: time imagery summer august page-109
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