Wordsmithing: INSPIRED BY ART 2 - INCIDENTAL COMICS: Literary Devices

Thursday, 17 November 2011

INSPIRED BY ART 2 - INCIDENTAL COMICS: Literary Devices

Inspired by art for the second Thursday's in a row? What were the chances of that? ;)
Today's post is hosted by Incidental Comics and to add anything else would ruin the purity of the art work.

My daughter added the link to Grant Snider at his thoughtballoonhelium.blogspot.com and I have to say she knows me sooooo well.
I was hooked from Grant's FORESHADOW PUPPET.

You could help Grant out by nominating INCIDENTAL COMICS as the "Best Webcomic 2011.
e-mail them to comicriffs AT washpost.com

or, if possible, add a comment in the usual box.

WHICH LITERARY DEVICE MADE YOUR GRIN SPREAD WIDEST?

For teacher-types this poster is available free from Grant's blog.;)

7 comments:

J.B. Chicoine17 November 2011 at 19:14
Ha! Love the Metaphor Mixer and Simile Stretcher--I need one of those! All of them are so clever!
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Unknown17 November 2011 at 19:24
Hi JB
I agree, it's a great poster! It made me grin lots.
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Golden Eagle18 November 2011 at 00:46
The Great Golden Hammer of Hyperbole. :)
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dolorah18 November 2011 at 01:30
These were all good; but I liked the metaphor mixer :)

......dhole
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Rebecca Bradley18 November 2011 at 10:36
I loved the personification press and the Irony board! Both made me smile today :)
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Jennifer Hillier19 November 2011 at 02:23
I love this poster! Irony Board... hahaha!

Happy Friday!
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Unknown20 November 2011 at 00:27
Hi GE, Donna, Rebecca and Jennifer
I loved them all too. The whole cartoon really made me smile.
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RETURN: YA Paranormal Romance

I was running late. But, it was nothing I couldn’t make up with a bit of effort. I shook my head. Confident and happy? I smiled. Increasing my stride, I pushed until the muscles in my legs burned. I kept up the pace even when the hill grew steeper.

Magpie Lane was hardly wider than a ribbon that edged the woods but that didn’t stop traffic using it to get to the motorway quicker. Large trucks and fast cars loved Magpie Lane. They sent vibrations running through me rising from the soles of my trainers. I felt the disturbance in the ground, even before the air pressure tried to knock me off balance. I hunched my shoulders as the cab hauling a container spat stones up at me.

Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

I jogged down the slope into the trees. From two paces in, I felt different. Freer. It felt so right. Running in the woods did great things for my style. Avoiding the roots and dodging branches forced my stride longer, I had to step higher. The woodland, The Weald, was only a sliver of ancient woodland that the developers forgot to build on but it felt like it could have been anywhere. Everywhere. At any time. The oaks and beech trees dominated the space and the skinny, silver-birches squeezed up beside them. I laughed. For a second, the woods reminded me of school and I needed to run a lot faster.

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Thursday, 17 November 2011

INSPIRED BY ART 2 - INCIDENTAL COMICS: Literary Devices

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