Extendedmetaphor Stories

This describes a specific day in a way where it almost becomes an extended metaphor. Though it may be short, it still has deeper meaning behind it. It is up to you, the readers, to figure out what the author is trying to portray; however, you, the readers, can interpret it whatever you want.

a collection of poems from the heart. these poems were written in times of either strong emotion or immense boredom. a creative outlet full of revealing truths and mysteries of humanity. all of this to aid in finding the answer to the most difficult question: "who am i?" putting yourself, your true self, out there is terrifying. you feel completely exposed. naked. but here i am. and this is me. completely exposed for you to see the reality of me. disclaimer: does include some mature topics that may be triggering for some but none of it is graphic. (this may include mentions of sex, self harm, abusive relationships, death, gender dysphoria, and drugs)

A short extended metaphor comparing the ocean and your dreams

"It was then that I realized something. He was like me, but... not. We don't share the same creature. But we both have one." After a falling out with her family, Thera Everhartt finds herself with a new, fresh start in Chugiak, Alaska, just thirty minutes northeast of Anchorage. She resonates with the cold, wooded, and secluded nature of the area after she finds herself to be a vampire. At least, that's how it feels to her. Thera meets Noah, who shares a similar, yet opposite monster with her: a werewolf. They share their troubles, which caused the monsters in the first place to happen, and find themselves to be in a symbiotic friendship where they help each other with their opposite struggles. Two hurt people that only understand each other. If the synopsis was confusing, the werewolves and vampires represent what happens to people as they go through traumatic and sad events throughout life! This often leads them to be misunderstood at times. The characters do not turn into werewolves and vampires, as they are extended metaphors for what happens to some people after traumatic parts of life. However, the supernatural action will still be incorporated! If you are interested in a relatable, clean, supernatural romance with a slight love triangle, romantic tension, and an extended metaphor, this is for you! Please enjoy! Book I of The Crimson Chapter Genre(s): Fiction, Supernatural Romance, Drama, Coming-of-Age, Young Adult Thank you!!!

spoken word poem about being disconnected from your heritage.

a collection of little poems I've written, mostly free verse. 💚

Glass is dangerous. It has sharp edges that can slice your fragile skin. You can see your reflection in it. The things you don't want to remember suddenly come flooding back and there is nothing that you can do about it. All because of a piece of glass. Relationships can be torturous. Leaving people heartbroken and lonely. They can imprint your mind forever. You never want to look back at the relationship because of everything that went wrong. So why is a piece of glass different from a relationship? That's the thing! They're not that different after all.

A poetry assignment for a writing class. Contains two parts, Revolution and Return.

Volume 1 and only Written by No One You Need to Know

Four paths to chose. Which would you have picked? What life do you prefer? A planned out, preset, predictable and safe life, yet hidden under the mirage of peace is conformity? A life spent in regret? A life repeating the same mistakes you have already made? Or... something else? Something unknown, free, and a place spent creating new mistakes.

an addict's story, a devotion to drugs.

An Old Man begins as a Small Boy living in a House on the Edge of a mountain.

SUMMARY: In a pan filled with heat, pressure, and dreams, not every kernel gets to bloom. Some are forgotten. Some are buried. This is their story. A haunting allegory of life, oppression, and the quiet ones who never got their moment to shine. JUSTICE FOR THE BURNT ONES 🗣🔥 The kernels symbolize the unheard voices of society, pressed down by the performative bloom of modern success.

[COMPLETED] "The only thing I'm truly afraid of is my striding silhouette, mimicking the portraits pacing apace the path of life" A poetic story of a depressed artist's quest through madness with the guidance of a depraved angel Note: For the best possible formatting on mobile, read in landscape mode.

this is book 2. book 1 is called "skinny dipping with words". a collection of poems from the heart. these poems were written in times of either strong emotion or immense boredom. a creative outlet full of revealing truths and mysteries of humanity. all of this to show how despite our differences, some feelings, no matter how personal to you, are universal and none of us are truly alone. disclaimer: does include some mature topics that may be triggering for some but none of it is graphic. (this may include mentions of sex, self harm, abusive relationships, death, gender dysphoria, and drugs)

The narrator contemplates human existence and our purpose in life while examining the stars, comparing life to the vacuum of space.

This is kind of going to be like a journal. Just me expressing my thoughts through poetry. Feedback would be appreciated!