A sound of thunder scavenger hunt (Metaphors (Each lower leg was a piston…
A sound of thunder scavenger hunt
This makes Africa seem like Illinois."
all and everything cupping one in another like Chinese boxes
arms dangled out front, arms with hands which might pick up and examine men like toys
Eckels remembered the wording in the advertisements to the letter. Out of chars and ashes, out of dust and coals, like golden salamanders
Each lower leg was a piston
It closed its mouth in a death grin.
exposing a fence of teeth like daggers
It ran with a gliding ballet step, far too poised and balanced for its ten tons.
And the head itself, a ton of sculptured stone
"Take it easy, all he did was kick up some dirt."
He did not move. Eyes shut, he waited, shivering. He heard Travis breathe loud in the room; he heard Travis shift his rifle, click the safety catch, and raise the weapon.
. It closed its mouth in a death grin.
"It could reach up and grab the moon
He scrabbled at the golden butterfly with shaking fingers
He could feel them moving there, beyond the walls, almost, like so many chess pieces blown in a dry wind ....
He fumbled crazily at the thick slime on his boots
roses sweeten the air
smelling of the air, and there was a thing to the air, a chemical taint
Far birds' cries blew on a wind, and the smell of tarhe colors, white, gray, blue, orange, in the wall, in the furniture
man who was not quite the same man seated at this desk that was not quite the same desk
The colors, white, gray, blue, orange, in the wall, in the furniture
and flowers the color of blood.
Sounds like music
The jungle was wide and full of twitterings, rustlings, murmurs, and sighs.
sounds like flying tents filled the sky,
I think the theme is that you should be careful to what you do.