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Her tears shone in the night like the lights of the mangled station wagon.
Simile
His thoughtfulness melted the iron shackles on her heart.
Metaphor
He exhaled slowly, each breath as ragged as a bumpy, brick road.
Simile
She bounded outdoors into the winter wonderland of marshmallow covered hills.
Metaphor
The cattle bellowed as mournfully as a clanging funeral bell.
Simile
The restless pine trees across the road played their stormy symphony of rushing wind.
Metaphor
The golden colors faded from the sky as the sun disappeared over the horizon.
Neither
She decided that she did like the bold, new expectations for her future, after all.
Neither
The old book’s pages fluttered through her fingers like butterfly wings through the trees.
Simile
Each face became a mirror of his own expectations.
Metaphor
His essay returned with markings as red as the blood from the Boston Massacre.
Simile
Hockey had become nothing more than a vacuum inhaling her time and money.
Metaphor
His father’s voice pierced the air as coolly as the icicles falling from the eaves.
Simile
The dark morgue of her past held skeletons better left untouched.
Metaphor
The unfortunate puppy tumbled down the steps like a jellyfish learning to walk.
Simile
His attempts at reconciliation fell flat on an audience of unfeeling statues.
Metaphor
