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Fresh from the pens of England's finest 15 year old's - these are fantastic!!!
These are metaphors from actual GCSE essays:

Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a tumble dryer.

She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

McMurphy fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a paper bag filled with vegetable soup.

Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.

Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the centre



Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left York at 6:36 p.m. travelling at 55 mph, the other from Peterborough at 4:19p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the full stop after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.

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.

The red brick wall was the colour of a brick-red crayon.

Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut.

The door had been forced, as forced as the dialogue during the interview portion of Family Fortunes.

Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

Oh, Jason, take me!" she panted, her breasts heaving like a student on 31p-a-pint night.

He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter."

She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had ever seen before.

The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Glenda Jackson MP in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Robin Cook MP, Leader of the House of Commons, in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the suspension of Keith Vaz MP.

The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a lamppost.

The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free cashpoint.

The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating electric fan set on medium.

It was a working class tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with their power tools.

He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a dustcart reversing.

She was as easy as the Daily Star crossword.

She grew on him like she was a colony of E.coli and he was room-temperature British beef.

She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.

Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a first-generation thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened.

It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
 
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U2SavesTheWorld said:


What are the GCSE's? Something like the ACTs or the SATs?


Those are damn funny!

:lol: :lol:

Yeah you do them when you are 16, I did one of mine when I was 15 though because I did Additional Maths

You do it in 9 subjects usually- I have 10 results though

Its cumpulsary to do science, English lang and Maths a language and you have to picks other subjects like history, Geo, Business Studies etc etc

You get grades from A* which is for the top 2% in the country (I got 3 smart ass that i was lol!) to an E and a U is ungraded I think anything from a C up is considered a pass
 
meegannie said:



The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

McMurphy fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a paper bag filled with vegetable soup.


He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.



The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.




She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.




It was a working class tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with their power tools.


She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.



:lmao: :lmao: :lmao:
 
not to be pedantic or anything, but the vast majority of those are similes, not metaphors :p

Not that I'd show off that I got A* in GCSE English ;)
 
cloudimani said:
not to be pedantic or anything, but the vast majority of those are similes, not metaphors :p


LOL!! I noticed that too! I just didn't change the text when I copied and pasted it. :reject:
 
cloudimani said:
not to be pedantic or anything, but the vast majority of those are similes, not metaphors :p

Not that I'd show off that I got A* in GCSE English ;)


must have been our lovely school ;) :tongue:
 
LOL! Those are great! :laugh:

How embarassing would it be if you wrote one of those and realized that English speakers all over the world were laughing at you? :D
 
Hey they aren't all that bad! But gosh they are funny...

The 'like whatever' vocab one is actually quite clever...I'd use that one meself if I had the chance!
 
lmfao!!!!

these are my favorites
meegannie said:

Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a tumble dryer.

Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.


Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left York at 6:36 p.m. travelling at 55 mph, the other from Peterborough at 4:19p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.


The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating electric fan set on medium.


He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a dustcart reversing.




however this one is the best!:lmao: :lmao:
[q]She grew on him like she was a colony of E.coli and he was room-temperature British beef. [/q]
 
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