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Voice-clock sang, 'Tick-tock, seven o’clock, time to get up!' as if afraid nobody would.

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Personification

Front

At four o’clock, tables folded like butterflies through the walls.

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Simile

Front

Garage door opens to reveal a car, then closes after a wait.

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Personification

Front

At eight-thirty, the eggs were shriveled and the toast was like stone.

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Simile

Front

The house was an altar with ten thousand attendants, big and small, but the gods had gone away, and the ritual continued senselessly.

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Metaphor

Front

Text describes tubes feeding into a cellar and an incinerator, likened to evil Baal.

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Allusion

Front

Sound of bees, purring lion, okapi feet, and jungle rain evoke vivid images.

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Imagery

Front

Dinner dishes like magic tricks; a click in the study.

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Simile

Front

The fire crackled up the stairs, feeding on Picassos and Matisses, crisping the canvases into black shavings.

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Personification

Front

The fire retreated like an elephant at a dead snake, but cleverly sent flames to the attic pumps.

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Personification