Scary Good Tool 6:
Metaphors and Similes
I'd like to begin our next lesson with a question, Bonefish. What's a metaphor?
I don't know, Mr. Butt. I've never used a meta. I have no idea what it's for.
No, Bonefish, metaphor is one word. A metaphor compares or describes two things without using the words like or as. Metaphors are dandy way to make your writing scary good. And metaphors can save your life.
Save your life?
Yes, if you happen to find yourself lost in an enchanted forest where trees talk and danger lurks in every shadow.
I don't know, Mr. Butt. I've never used a meta. I have no idea what it's for.
No, Bonefish, metaphor is one word. A metaphor compares or describes two things without using the words like or as. Metaphors are dandy way to make your writing scary good. And metaphors can save your life.
Save your life?
Yes, if you happen to find yourself lost in an enchanted forest where trees talk and danger lurks in every shadow.
The Third Thing.
“I should have listened to my father," the little girl muttered. She looked around her at the vast sea of trees and closed her eyes to dam up the tears. She was lost. Her father had told her not to go too far into this forest. He said this forest was full of dark enchantment.
She looked up through the canopy of trees trying to find the sun. She knew it fell to the west and that her home lay in that direction. But the branches of the trees entwined like the top of a woven basket in which she was trapped.
“Help me!” She cried out. The desperate sound of her voice only underlined her isolation.
The branches of a nearby tree stirred. She found this curious since there was no wind to blow them.
“Who’s there?”
She heard a creaking sound like a wooden bow being drawn to fire an arrow. Thinking she was the target, she ducked into a nearby bush. She peered through the leaves, but saw no sign of a hunter. She saw something much more frightening.
A face was forming in the bark of a mighty oak. The wood groaned as two knots in the tree blinked open to form eyes. A mouth grew from the claw mark of a bear. A nose rose above the gaping maw.
“You are a blinded bird flying in a snowstorm," the oak tree said in a rasping voice.
The girl knitted her brow. “No, I'm not a bird. I'm a girl.”
“You are an Eskimo wandering in the desert.”
“No, I'm a little girl,” she replied. “I'm lost.”
“Is that not what I've been saying?” The tree said.
“No, you said I was a blinded bird flying in a snowstorm and an Eskimo wandering in the desert.”
“And so you are.”
The girl wondered if she had changed into a bird. She looked at her arms to see if they had become wings. They were unchanged. She checked her clothes to see if they had become the sealskin an Eskimo wears. They remained a simple blouse and skirt.
The girl pondered the two statements. “Wait a minute. A blinded bird in a snowstorm is lost. An Eskimo wandering in the desert is lost. You mean I’m lost."
“You are a soothsayer who always knows the future.”
“That means I'm right."
The branches of the tree rose and fell to confirm that she was correct.
“Can you help me find my way back home?” She asked.
“I can, but you will need to do three things.”
“What are they?”
“First, you must break the bones of the clattering skeleton that haunts you."
“Break the bones of the clattering skeleton that haunts me? But I don't see any skeleton haunting me. I wouldn't be standing here if a clattering skeleton was nearby. I'd be running away because I'd be afraid.” She considered the phrase for a moment. "Wait a minute. That's it. A clattering skeleton that haunts me. Do you mean I’m afraid?”
“Is that what I mean?"
“Of course, a clattering skeleton stands for my fear. I must get rid of my fear.”
“Next, you must become a mother deer protecting her fawn from a pack of wolves.”
“But how do I change into a mother deer? Do you have a magic potion?”
The mighty branches shook. “You cannot change the outside.”
The girl wrinkled her brow. “Then I must change the inside?” She put her finger to her cheek. “I understand. A mother deer protecting her fawn from a pack of wolves stands for bravery. I must be brave.”
The ancient tree murmured yes.
Suddenly, the girl remembered a lesson from school.
“Metaphors! You’re speaking in metaphors. You’re comparing two things that are not alike in a way that makes them similar. You compared things that you can’t touch like bravery and fear to things you can touch like skeletons and deer.”
The tree murmured.
“I have you figured out, you tricky tree.” She grinned. “What is the third thing that I must do?"
“You must wrestle the giant slobbering ogre to earn a map of the forest to lead you out,” the tree said.
“Wrestle the giant slobbering ogre?”
The branches of the tree rose and fell.
She wrinkled her brow and put her finger to her cheek. Wrestle the giant slobbering ogre? What does wrestling the giant slobbering ogre stand for? What is the metaphor?
“I’ve got it! Wrestling the giant slobbering ogre is a metaphor for figuring out a difficult problem.”
The tree shook its branches.
She put her finger to her cheek. “What could it be?”
The tree waited.
“I know. Wrestling the giant slobbering ogre is a metaphor for wrestling with my guilty conscience for disobeying my father.”
Again the oak shook its branches. “No, wrestling the giant slobbering ogre is what you must do.”
A huge ogre stepped out of a stand of trees. A trail of slime leaked from his gaping jaws down his chin. “Best two out of three falls,” the ogre said.
“Uh oh,” the brave little girl muttered. She swallowed her fear and shot for a double leg takedown.
How did you like that story, Bonefish?
The ending pinned me to the page. Let’s get cracking on writing some of those metaphors, Mr. Butt.
Before we tackle our lesson on metaphors, I must explain the metaphor’s cousin, the simile. The simile compares two things just like a metaphor only a simile uses like or as to link them such as: The man smelled like the south end of a northbound mule or we ran as quickly as bunnies being chased by a carrot farmer.
Can I do one of those silly-me’s?
Similes, Bonefish. They’re called similes.
Silly me. I meant simile. Can I do one?
You can do more than one.
Let me guess. You have a lesson.
I do. Get started.
The ending pinned me to the page. Let’s get cracking on writing some of those metaphors, Mr. Butt.
Before we tackle our lesson on metaphors, I must explain the metaphor’s cousin, the simile. The simile compares two things just like a metaphor only a simile uses like or as to link them such as: The man smelled like the south end of a northbound mule or we ran as quickly as bunnies being chased by a carrot farmer.
Can I do one of those silly-me’s?
Similes, Bonefish. They’re called similes.
Silly me. I meant simile. Can I do one?
You can do more than one.
Let me guess. You have a lesson.
I do. Get started.
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Lesson Review
I’m done, Mr. Butt. Here’s my first example:
Happiness feels like snow.
How does happiness feel like snow?
Um, snow is cold and fun.
Your simile isn’t clear-cut. Snow falls from the sky and sits on the ground. How is that fun?
When it snows, you can ski and go sledding and throw snowballs.
So:
Happiness feels like a fast sled gliding down a snowy hill.
Hey, the adjectives fast describing sled and snowy describing hill add details that paint a picture. That’s good, Mr. Butt.
That’s why I’m the teacher and you’re the student. Details in your similes and metaphors make them stand out. So, how does happiness sound to you, Bonefish?
Happiness sounds like a baby.
What kind of a baby? What is the baby doing that relates to happiness? Describe it in more detail.
Happiness sounds like a giggling baby waiting for her daddy to tickle her again.
First-rate. What does happiness look like?
Happiness looks like Billy Fernowicz.
Billy Fernowicz?
Yeah, Billy was my roommate at Caretaking School. He was always humming and dancing. He loved yanking weeds out of old gravesites. Happiest caretaker I ever met.
But do most people know Billy Fernowicz?
No, he was a peculiar fellow.
So clarify your simile so that people will understand. How about, happiness looks like a caretaker pulling weeds from an overgrown gravesite?
Sounds like Billy to me. Now, for my next two answers, I wrote:
Happiness smells like fresh baked pizza coming out of the oven.
Happiness tastes like fresh baked pizza coming out of the oven.
Happiness feels like snow.
How does happiness feel like snow?
Um, snow is cold and fun.
Your simile isn’t clear-cut. Snow falls from the sky and sits on the ground. How is that fun?
When it snows, you can ski and go sledding and throw snowballs.
So:
Happiness feels like a fast sled gliding down a snowy hill.
Hey, the adjectives fast describing sled and snowy describing hill add details that paint a picture. That’s good, Mr. Butt.
That’s why I’m the teacher and you’re the student. Details in your similes and metaphors make them stand out. So, how does happiness sound to you, Bonefish?
Happiness sounds like a baby.
What kind of a baby? What is the baby doing that relates to happiness? Describe it in more detail.
Happiness sounds like a giggling baby waiting for her daddy to tickle her again.
First-rate. What does happiness look like?
Happiness looks like Billy Fernowicz.
Billy Fernowicz?
Yeah, Billy was my roommate at Caretaking School. He was always humming and dancing. He loved yanking weeds out of old gravesites. Happiest caretaker I ever met.
But do most people know Billy Fernowicz?
No, he was a peculiar fellow.
So clarify your simile so that people will understand. How about, happiness looks like a caretaker pulling weeds from an overgrown gravesite?
Sounds like Billy to me. Now, for my next two answers, I wrote:
Happiness smells like fresh baked pizza coming out of the oven.
Happiness tastes like fresh baked pizza coming out of the oven.
Wait, those two similes compare happiness to fresh baked pizza.
I know. I sure would be happy if someone gave me a slice of fresh baked pizza. I’m starving.
We’ll order a fresh baked pizza for lunch after you change your similes into metaphors.
And just how do I do that?
Easy. In your lesson cross out the guide words feels like, smells like, etc. and use a form of the verb “to be” in place of the x-ed out words. Like this:
Happiness looks like a tawny cat sitting in an empty canary cage.
Cross out "looks like" and substitute "is."
Happiness is a tawny cat sitting in an empty canary cage.
Happiness is cold like a bowl of pistachio ice cream.
Cross out "cold like" and substitute "is."
Happiness is a bowl of pistachio ice cream.
You're changing similes into metaphors.
So I would write:
Happiness is a fast sled gliding down a snowy hill.
Happiness is a giggling baby waiting for her daddy to tickle her again.
Happiness is a caretaker pulling weeds from an overgrown gravesite.
Happiness is fresh baked pizza.
And I’ve got one more, Mr. Butt.
Happiness is learning how to write scary good metaphors.
And scary good metaphors keep a reader reading and that's the main goal of Scary Good Writing.
I know. I sure would be happy if someone gave me a slice of fresh baked pizza. I’m starving.
We’ll order a fresh baked pizza for lunch after you change your similes into metaphors.
And just how do I do that?
Easy. In your lesson cross out the guide words feels like, smells like, etc. and use a form of the verb “to be” in place of the x-ed out words. Like this:
Happiness looks like a tawny cat sitting in an empty canary cage.
Cross out "looks like" and substitute "is."
Happiness is a tawny cat sitting in an empty canary cage.
Happiness is cold like a bowl of pistachio ice cream.
Cross out "cold like" and substitute "is."
Happiness is a bowl of pistachio ice cream.
You're changing similes into metaphors.
So I would write:
Happiness is a fast sled gliding down a snowy hill.
Happiness is a giggling baby waiting for her daddy to tickle her again.
Happiness is a caretaker pulling weeds from an overgrown gravesite.
Happiness is fresh baked pizza.
And I’ve got one more, Mr. Butt.
Happiness is learning how to write scary good metaphors.
And scary good metaphors keep a reader reading and that's the main goal of Scary Good Writing.
Now, that's happiness! Go to the next lesson,
