thegreatbeyond

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

The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.

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

He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the east river.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The relevation that his marriage of 30 years had disintigrated becuase of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.

It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.

He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

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

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