Simile
Her eyes were beautiful like the universe had come to life and the light shone through her eyes alone.
The fly buzzed around the room like a thundering military helicopter searching for it’s enemies.
The professor’s voice sounded like a piccolo, piercing my eardrums and causing my eyes to twitch nervously.
She slept on the sofa like an elephant with a sinus infection.
Metaphor
Her eyes were a pool of forgiveness.
The professor’s voice is a thundering train racing at my ears.
His skin was an old western easy chair: used, loved, and worn.
The wind is a hostile warning of a hive of bees that the eye of the storm is nearing.
Symbols
Flag, Rose, 4-leaf clover, hearts, snakes…
Allegory
“Faith”…obvious tooling of words to show meaning in story
“Young Goodman Brown”
Pink ribbon
Sunset/night
Snake staff
Forest
Father and son
Wild beasts
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