Metaphors:

Life is a road, the only way to go is forward

Life is a willow tree, flexible and strong

Death is a

Similes:

Life is like the weather, you never know what’s on the other side

Life is like the ocean, you can never predict what’s going to happen

Death is like a

Greif holds him like a cage

My home is like a diamond in the rough

My home is my oasis

My home is like the weather, changing by the day

The image is the calm before the storm

Death is like jellyfish, you never when they’re gonna sneak up and take you

Love is a conductor waiting to strike

Table-Sat Emotionless Sturdy Lifeless Hardy 

Headphones-Screeching Soothing Shout Scream Annoying

Book- Intelligent gripping funny open wise

The moon, shining sulkily “its very rude of him, to come and spoil the fun

Personification

The trees limbs flexed, ready to stride

hiding behind the fog, the tree holds his breath

the clouds slowly creep towards the tops of the mountains

The loney bench sits quietly biding its time

The grass claws at the foundations desperately trying to find a way in

Prepositions

exact middle, going, beyond, going in, other side, not quite straight, onto, on and on

they help build a connection between the things in the scene

proposition photo

In the middle of the room sat a little girl on a blue chair. Surrounded by books she sat quietly reading. Beyond the little girl, you could see books flying away with minds of their own. Above the girl was a lamp that shone brightly illuminating her delicate features. Scattered around her lay books that once were read but now they sit, staring lifelessly at the night sky. Beside the girls sat stacks and stacks of every type of book you could imagine. Behind the girl was a city that was about to be shown the shadow of the night. By the girl were houses of books that were being blown away