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Scavenger Hunt (Similes ((Its armored flesh glittered like a thousand…
Scavenger Hunt
Similes
Its armored flesh glittered like a thousand green coins
Like a stone idol, like a mountain avalanche, Tyrannosaurus fell.
This makes Africa seem like Illinois.
It was like standing by a wrecked locomotive or a steam shovel at quitting time, all valves being released or levered tight
There was a sound like a gigantic bonfire burning all of Time, all the years and all the parchment calendars, all the hours piled high and set aflame.
Metaphors
After the avalanche, a green peace
Sickening gushes drenched the hunters.
his arms soaked and red to the elbows.
It wrenched and tore the metal Path.
"Why, why," Eckels twitched his mouth. "It could reach up and grab the moon."
Touches
his arms soaked and red to the elbows.
he put his hand slowly out upon the air, and in that hand waved a check for ten thousand dollars to the man behind the desk.
He could feel them moving there, beyond the walls, almost, like so many chess pieces blown in a dry wind ....
Smells
and the smell of tar and an old salt sea, moist grasses, and flowers the color of blood.
so slight, that only a faint cry of his subliminal senses warned him it was there.
Eckels stood smelling of the air, and there was a thing to the air, a chemical taint so subtle
Sights
"There's the red paint on its chest!"
at an aurora that flickered now orange, now silver, now blue
The colors, white, gray, blue, orange, in the wall, in the furniture, in the sky beyond the window, were . . . were . . . .
Sounds
The jungle was wide and full of twittering s, rustlings, murmurs, and sighs.
There was a sound of thunder.
The Monster, at the first motion, lunged forward with a terrible scream.
Foreshadowing
Beyond this room, beyond this wall, beyond this man who was not quite the same man seated at this desk that was not quite the same desk . . . lay an entire world of streets and people
He hasn't seen us yet
Personification
folding its delicate watchmaker's claws close to its oily reptilian chest
It towered thirty feet above half of the trees, a great evil god,
Theme
Don´t mess with what you don´t know
