The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.
Russell Beland, Springfield
McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty Bag filled with vegetable soup.
Paul Sabourin, Silver Spring
Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.
Chuck Smith, Woodbridge
The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.
Unknown
Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
Unknown
John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
Russell Beland, Springfield
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