General   (General discussion, talk about anything.)

The knowledge 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 ATM.


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


McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup....


From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on holiday in Benidorm and Corry comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30


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


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 Bolton at 6:36 p.m.