Similes and metaphors.

Better than the time I accidently went to the prawn shop looking for smut.
So here in RI we don't pronounce are R's. Example Farm would sound like Fahm

So with no R's in our language my father says to me one time

"I went to the pawn shop"
Me "You went where?"
"The pawn shop, your mother came with me, want to see what we got?"
"Noooooo! Oh, wait, pawn not porn..."
But they sound identical the way we say them.
 
So here in RI we don't pronounce are R's. Example Farm would sound like Fahm

So with no R's in our language my father says to me one time

"I went to the pawn shop"
Me "You went where?"
"The pawn shop, your mother came with me, want to see what we got?"
"Noooooo! Oh, wait, pawn not porn..."
But they sound identical the way we say them.
Yeah, I've spent some time in New England, although not in RI specifically, and I noticed a lot of folks up there talk like that. Although the people I knew there tended to make their Rs kind of like Hs, so they'd have said it like 'pahn' and 'pohn', with the vowels clearly distinct but still enough to make me think they were talking about cornbread in the latter case.
 
Where in the world do 'pawn' and 'porn' not sound the same anyway?
Those weird places where people enunciate.

I'm still trying to figure out how there are people who say "warsh" instead of wash. Like is this Wheel of Fortune and they bought an R?
 
Those weird places where people enunciate.

I'm still trying to figure out how there are people who say "warsh" instead of wash. Like is this Wheel of Fortune and they bought an R?
It's a kind of portmanteau of 'wash' and 'harsh,' because bathing is considered a punishment
 
Those weird places where people enunciate.

I'm still trying to figure out how there are people who say "warsh" instead of wash. Like is this Wheel of Fortune and they bought an R?
There's got to be something in the water in Yuma AZ, I know a couple of people from Yuma who Warsh. Luckily the enunciation is correct in people who come from Yuma CO.
 
Those weird places where people enunciate.

I'm still trying to figure out how there are people who say "warsh" instead of wash. Like is this Wheel of Fortune and they bought an R?
Or maybe those carpetbagging Yankees abandoned their Rs in the South during Reconstruction, so they just got stuck in random places, like unwanted bric-a-brac on a shelf
 
Have you met my mother? Lol. She's the only one I know who does that. Warsh instead of wash, piller instead of pillow, fringer instead of finger... Frustrates the hell out of me. I always assumed it was a West Virginia thing, but none of my other family from there say it like that.
In my experience it is kind of all over the South, but especially prevalent in eastern Texas up to Missouri and then across the Ozarks and into the Appalachians. Not so much in MS-LA-AL, although it's definitely present, just not ubiquitous, and of course people move all over the country and take their weird sounds with them
 
So here in RI we don't pronounce are R's. Example Farm would sound like Fahm

So with no R's in our language my father says to me one time

"I went to the pawn shop"
Me "You went where?"
"The pawn shop, your mother came with me, want to see what we got?"
"Noooooo! Oh, wait, pawn not porn..."
But they sound identical the way we say them.

Did you kids play in the yaad, not too faa from the caa?
 
I was kinda proud of this one at the time I wrote it.

Sounds a little hokey out of context, I suppose, but it's during a tender, romantic moment.

From "The White Room:"

My fingers danced over Chloe's clit, playing her like a classical violin; producing a symphony of moans, squeals and gasps.
 
I was kinda proud of this one at the time I wrote it.

Sounds a little hokey out of context, I suppose, but it's during a tender, romantic moment.

From "The White Room:"

My fingers danced over Chloe's clit, playing her like a classical violin; producing a symphony of moans, squeals and gasps.
PEDANTRY ALERT
You need more than one instrument for a symphony. I hope her ass was like a snare drum or she had nipples like French horns.
 
Oh, I found a metaphor in one of my stories:

I waited in the rain, watching. My anger kept me warm, oblivious to the water leaking down the back of my neck.

There she was. Fucking bitch, in her tight Prada suit and her pink look-at-me umbrella.

I moved to follow her, walking unheeding through puddles, unaware of the water soaking into my shoes.

I wrote that 14 years ago, and I've always been fond of 'her pink look-at-me umbrella'. It's probably the best part of the story ;)
 
I couldn't remember ever having used either. I looked at one story to check. The opening line:

'The hair of man turns grey with age, his soul, the vibrant colours of forest leaves before they fall ... the souls of most men do.'
 
This is from "Mating Season" where they sneak away to make out in a barn.

Grunting and growling behind her, his hands dug into her hips, pushing in harder and deeper with every thrust, flesh slapping against flesh, his sweat trickling onto her back. Clenching the blanket tight in her fists, fighting just to breathe, she knew she'd never experienced anything as hot in her life. Lost in the feel of each other, mating like a rutting bull with his mate in heat, it felt so primal to be so wildly out of control, their bodies driving them to reach that pinnacle where they'd find their release.
 
Like a summer rain, it happenes, but I give as much thought as I do to breathing. One I remember, though, is one character telling another, that her freckles are like stars in a night sky.
 
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