similes and metaphors by Mrs B

The Gift of Dark Hollow by Kieran Larwood

lbaxter6 — 2018-07-27 09:34:09 UTC

Simile: In the end they walk in silence for a while, watching as the sun slowly burns off the mist around them, gradually revealing the land beneath like a Bramblemas Day present being unwrapped. Pg 147

2018-07-27 21:18:38 UTC

The Snow Sister by Emma Carroll

2018-07-27 22:34:01 UTC

The Snow still made everything seem better, like a clean sheet over an old mattress p3

The Eye of the North Sinead O'Hart

2018-07-27 22:36:10 UTC

It's bright red mane and tail were like splashes of blood on a handkerchief p213

He licked his lips quickly with an oddly dark tongue. Emmaline shuddered at how it left them glistening, like a slug had passed over them. P122

Twelve Minutes to Midnight Christopher Edge

2018-07-27 22:41:41 UTC

Her wrinkled skin was as pale as parchment and the woman's blue eyes gleamed like faded sapphires... p105

Monty's face fell like a child who had unwrapped a brightly-coloured Christmas present and found only coal. P114

Rooftoppers Katherine Rundell

2018-07-27 22:46:56 UTC

The woman on the doorstep had a clipboard, and an expression like a damp sock. P81?

Twister Juliette Forrest

2018-07-28 09:03:07 UTC

Her voice sounded as sharp as the broken pot shards on the floor. P83

Her skin was thin and brown, like an ancient map you'd be scared to open in case it fallen to pieces. P87

A Place Called Perfect Helena Duggan

2018-07-28 09:06:46 UTC

She had white hair that sat like a bird's nest on top of her head. P75

He was about the size of Violets dad but square like a cement block... and scolded behind a red beard and thick caterpillar eyebrows. P114

Violets whole body shook, like electricity was filling her veins. P287

Pax Sara Pennypacker

2018-07-28 09:11:54 UTC

The librarian looked like a handful of jewels: bright coral scarf, gold silk blouse, sapphire blue skirt.

The Gift of Dark Hollow Kieran Larwood

2018-07-28 10:16:15 UTC

Branches that brushed his cloak and trousers were clawed metal hands, reaching out to pull him under the earth. P65

Hoot Owl- Sean Taylor, illustrated by Jean Jullien

2018-07-28 10:20:46 UTC

The terrible silence of the night spreads everywhere. But I cut through it like a knife.

The Island at the End of Everything Kiran Millwood Hargrave

2018-07-28 10:20:49 UTC

Other times they fill the sky so thick and heavy with clouds you think it will fall like a blanket, but instead the rain comes a little at a time, as though it might change it's mind at any moment and be sucked back into the sky. P188

Rooftoppers Katherine Rundell

2018-07-28 10:24:29 UTC

They're not men. They're moustaches with idiots attached. P37

That's the music a rainstorm would play. P85

...his fringe rippled upwards, like seaweed p91

The Explorer - Katherine Rundell

2018-07-28 10:26:35 UTC

Like a man-made magic wish, the aeroplane began to rise.

Twister Juliette Forrest

2018-07-28 10:28:48 UTC

Outside the sun blazed and the wind played in the trees. Trees were the best. Not just cos you could climb them but 'cause they talked to each other. They waved their branches and shook their leaves as if they were laughing. Or they'd just heard some oh-my-golly-gosh gossip. And they were real clever too. P17

Brightstorm by Vashti Hardy

2018-07-28 10:32:03 UTC

a great wave of sadness washed over him, pressing down, drowning him...
They’re snoring away like a pair of wild boars...
Quick as a gust of wind her face saddened again.
They taste worse than a sea-sailor’s stinky shoes.
The scent of spices hot Arthur like a blow to the chest...
The sun, due east of the city, was a glowing peach rising over the ridge.
...their dark trails across the blue, like dirty roads in the sky...
The breeze was silk against his skin...
Its coat was shiny as sweet chestnuts...
Solongo flutterred around the group like an excited butterfly

2018-07-28 10:33:17 UTC

Can’t be much help, metaphors are a closed book to me

Shadows of the Silver Screen Christopher Edge

2018-07-28 10:41:02 UTC

The same florid wallpaper that adorned the hallway had spread like a fungus into this room. P63

2018-07-28 10:43:14 UTC

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.
Harry’s head was swimming. P55

Gaslight by Eloise Williams

2018-07-28 10:50:21 UTC

I think of myself as a mermaid. A water nymph. Something other. Ears filled with the thrum of the lake and limbs slapping the water like gentle fins.

Sky by Sarah Driver

2018-07-29 13:30:46 UTC

When the runes emerge from the murk, it's like a hundred pounds have been stuck in my skin. Pg 200.

Sky by Sarah Driver

ameliasagelong — 2018-07-30 15:21:32 UTC

Tears crowd behind my eyes. p347

The Light Jar by Lisa Thompson

2018-07-31 10:37:38 UTC

The rain began to drum really hard on the car roof like a billion fingertips all going rat-a-tat-tat.

Ella on the Outside by Cath Howe

lbaxter6 — 2018-07-31 13:21:37 UTC

Metaphor: My feet felt heavy. I had lead boots. Dread boots. Pg 188

The Storm Keeper’s Island by Catherine Doyle

2018-08-05 09:28:42 UTC

Magic rose from the ground like steam and hummed in the air like wind chimes.
P256

The Infinite Lives of Maisie Day by Christopher Edge

2018-08-05 17:05:11 UTC

...plastic rods radiating off it like bicycle spokes from the hub of a wheel. (Page 39

The Storm Keeper's Island by Catherine Doyle

lbaxter6 — 2018-08-05 21:57:22 UTC

...the sky above a star-speckled obsidian. Pg 51

The Storm Keeper's Island by Catherine Doyle

lbaxter6 — 2018-08-06 08:25:21 UTC

The sun was sitting in the sky like a plump orange, its edges feathered by cloud as fine as candyfloss. Pg 84

The House With Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson

2018-08-10 14:03:15 UTC

I’ve always found it more difficult than the languages of the living, which I pick up as easily as shells on the beach. P15

Tin by Pádraig Kenny

lbaxter6 — 2018-08-11 11:33:03 UTC

A golden droplet of sun was spilling over the lip of a cloud. Pg 321

The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson

lbaxter6 — 2018-08-22 09:31:13 UTC

...the pencil whispered across the page... Pg 54

The Children of Castle Rock by Natasha Farrant

lbaxter6 — 2018-08-27 17:52:27 UTC

House began to appear, looming out of the whiteness like ghosts. P199

The boat looked out of the mist like a monster.

The sky had grown menacing with low heavy clouds, and the air was pregnant with the anticipation of thunder. P204

A shadow rushed towards them. P214

The loch growled darkly.p223

Where the World Ends by Geraldine McCaughrean

lbaxter6 — 2018-08-27 17:53:39 UTC

Feelings scrabbled in him like a mouse inside an owl. P31

Her laughter struck him like the clapper hitting a bell. P32

The babies sat, like fluffy dumplings, on narrow ledges of the steepest cliffs. P39

The Eye of the North by Sinéad O'Hart

lbaxter6 — 2018-09-09 21:41:08 UTC

The wind was rummaging through his pockets like a pickpocket looking for a payday. Pg 124

Seaglass by Eloise Williams

lbaxter6 — 2018-10-25 13:20:27 UTC

Dark thoughts scuttle around my brain like full-bodied spiders. Pg 40
The words are beads in the necklace of a well-threaded tale. Pg 48

Twilight Robbery by Frances Hardinge

lbaxter6 — 2019-02-20 23:20:38 UTC

Whatever night had brought, it had packed it up again and taken it away. Pg 104

The Star Spun Web by Sinéad O'Hart

lbaxter6 — 2019-04-06 12:40:20 UTC

Despite her best efforts, her mind fizzled and crackled, overflowing like a witch's cauldron. Pg 145

Letters from the Lighthouse by Emma Carroll

2019-04-06 19:57:21 UTC

‘Bombs had been falling on London all month like pennies from a jar’

The Boy Who Sailed The Ocean In An Armchair by Lara Williamson

2019-04-07 16:17:57 UTC

pg 91: maybe it’s that every time Pearl’s mentioned and Dad gets frostier than a snowman in the Arctic, it makes my tummy ache.
pg 92: there are splashy poppies and sweet peas that look like they’re wearing frilly bonnets
pg 101: my friend, Spud, used to say she had teeth like a hippopotamus
pg 111: it made my stomach curl like a fortune-telling fish from a Christmas

The Ice Garden by Guy Jones

lbaxter6 — 2019-04-20 09:35:31 UTC

Her thoughts were pebbles thrown into a pool. They sent ripples through her mind and came to rest on the bottom, heavy and unwelcome. Pg 53

The Fire Maker by Guy Jones

lbaxter6 — 2019-05-07 17:05:58 UTC

The silence was so huge that it seemed almost like a house guest, and an unwelcome one at that. Pg 11

Varjak Paw by S F Said

lbaxter6 — 2019-10-26 18:21:08 UTC

The moon stared down at them, a sullen one-eyed sentry in the sky. Pg 190

The Girl who Speaks Bear by Sophie Anderson

lbaxter6 — 2019-10-31 12:36:30 UTC

The arrowhead around my neck shines like the stars and hope shivers inside me - hope that in the forest all the questions swimming through my mind will dry up with answers. Pg 87

The Garden of Lost Secrets by A. M. Howell

lbaxter6 — 2019-12-30 00:27:40 UTC

Her brain was a mess of thoughts, like a baby's scribbled drawing. Pg 218

Darkwhispers: A Brightstorm Adventure by Vashti Hardy

lbaxter6 — 2020-01-05 23:32:10 UTC

Above an endless ocean, in a place where thoughts faded like the setting sun, there was a far-reaching mist as grey as death's shadow. Pg 1

Where the River Runs Gold by Sita Brahmachari

lbaxter6 — 2020-10-25 21:04:14 UTC

Time was a ghost that glided and floated. Pg 301

2021-03-04 19:38:09 UTC

The crash by Josh Teli
My heart was thumping so fast and violently it felt like a bloodthirsty giant was thumping the ground

The Book of Boy by Catherine Gilbert Murdock

lbaxter6 — 2021-07-17 11:41:03 UTC

We passed the beech tree, the pilgrim and I, and then I was walking on a road I did not know, but my head was so full of memories that my fear had to move over like a child on a bench and make room. Pg 28

Between Sea and Sky by Nicola Penfold

lbaxter6 — 2021-07-24 12:15:44 UTC

Clover can be as cruel as the sea in a storn sometimes. Pg 30

By Shaurya

2021-08-12 00:58:35 UTC

May I present Roshan!!!!!!!!!!

AARAV'S SIMILE DESCRIPTION

paramshah1282 — 2021-08-12 01:13:25 UTC

This is Aarav, and I have described him using similes.
By: Param.S

This is my simile

2021-08-12 01:23:40 UTC

The Book of Stolen Dreams by David Farr

lbaxter6 — 2021-10-31 16:47:43 UTC

Time was like a glacier. Pg 374

Firesong by Vashti Hardy

lbaxter6 — 2022-07-03 12:42:25 UTC

Like thick, viscous oil, the ship's great shadow spread its gloom over the bottom of the crater. Pg. 144

The Extraordinary Colours of Auden Dare by Zillah Bethell

lbaxter6 — 2023-01-28 15:12:51 UTC

Tall, box-like buildings - lots of them - with shiny mirrored windows, sticking out of the ground like pins on an upturned plug. Pg 234

The Magic Hour by David Wolstencroft

lbaxter6 — 2023-07-21 11:09:55 UTC

"A void without end. It unbalanced her. Perhaps more terrifying than that was the silence. It wrapped around her like a velvet shroud." Pg 53

Dead Good Detectives: Ghost Rescue by Jenny McLachlan

lbaxter6 — 2023-10-25 10:31:45 UTC

'Already waves are crashing against the Cockle, Fathom's curving harbour, and the sky is the colour of an angry bruise.' - pg 2