Writer's Block: Over-the-Top Metaphors
Sep. 17th, 2008 04:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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[Hmm. I have ten minutes before leaving work.]
He growled angrily like a bear deprived of its stolen smoked salmon. His minion guiltily sat up from the laptop like a security guard caught resting his eyeballs between coffee and donut breaks.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Proving Rule #34 wrong, sir."
"Let me see that."
The woman wore a vaguely animal shaped tent made of scraps of fabric and fur. Her surroundings, behavior, putative partner, and the objects in her hands implied disturbing images to the educated viewer. Images of disgust rather than lust, unless one were a homopyrobestialnecrophiliac.
"Oh. Clan of the Cave Bear, I see. I like the flame effect."
The minion's face fell.
"Shall we get down to business?"
[Hmm. I have ten minutes before leaving work.]
He growled angrily like a bear deprived of its stolen smoked salmon. His minion guiltily sat up from the laptop like a security guard caught resting his eyeballs between coffee and donut breaks.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Proving Rule #34 wrong, sir."
"Let me see that."
The woman wore a vaguely animal shaped tent made of scraps of fabric and fur. Her surroundings, behavior, putative partner, and the objects in her hands implied disturbing images to the educated viewer. Images of disgust rather than lust, unless one were a homopyrobestialnecrophiliac.
"Oh. Clan of the Cave Bear, I see. I like the flame effect."
The minion's face fell.
"Shall we get down to business?"
