Here are just a few of the incredible extended metaphors that the English 10 and Honours 10 students created.
Countries are anthills. Each is sprawling with life. Each of the anthills has a monarch, reigning over many drones. The drones scour the countryside, searching for food. They invade the land, stripping it bare of all life, tearing trees to stumps and animals to bones. Each anthill is very protective of its borders, repelling any invaders looking to steal its precious resources. The collective of drones forms into many tight-knit groups that, when put together, work very well as a whole. Each drone has its own task, performed with the efficiency of a machine, but is easily replaced in an instant. Without these drones, the colonies fall into oblivion, crumbling under their own weight. Without the drones, the colonies are nonexistent. (Tyler Hryko)
Life is an egg. It can be a wonderful creation, or a spoiled mess of shell and yolk, all depending on what is to be done with it. A baker can take an egg and make scrumptious pastries, or a delicious cake. And a chef needs an egg if he wants to make an incredible breakfast. But then, on the other hand, a teenager could use an egg to vandalize a car, or even go so far as to crack the egg of another. Some people may define an egg as delectable, while others detest it, and would rather walk away from it. But if one is to cherish his egg, he may find that, given time, it will grow and hatch into something truly beautiful. (Markus Spodzieja)
My grandfather is a lion. Though the lion is getting on in years, his once dark mane faded by time and sun, his eyes remain sharp and his mind keen. Dozing softly in the long hours of the day, the lion snuffles when woken by the cubs, but quickly recovers. He accommodates their play, grumbling as if it bothers him, but eagerly joining in the fun. Even if they do annoy him, as they tug on his ears and play with his strong paws, he makes no sign of it. The old lion is amiable, if anything, kind and gentle. but those that mean harm to his family or himself meet the greatest wrath imaginable, and he will not stand to see those he cares about in distress. Even the most powerful of beasts respect the old lion, for he is endearing and fair. The big cat’s jaws are always smiling, the bright eyes shining with a youthful light. And, if his family is lucky, he will remain the pack’s leader for many years to come. (Kirsten Hurworth)
Mexico is a crusted beehive, high up in a gnarled tree, judged at first sight as an ugly and dangerous piece of nature. It thrives with thousands upon thousands of bees, working, making, and destroying, creating a havoc of busying mass. Some bees are found without a leg, or a wing, or sometimes just left with utter neglect. It is a dizzying place for all other insects of little knowledge. Though, in the very heart of such a place, lies the dripping sweetness, the complete perfection and desire among all bees. The golden pools of honey leave the taste buds tingling in all species, and have them craving for more. The life of a bee revolves around this heavenly potion; receiving the nectar from flower after flower, all contributing in this gentle cycle which makes the garden flourish. And once through the hard and flaky layers of the hive, and the buzzing distraction, having tasted the honey, the true love and life of a bee will leave that beautiful sensation on the tip of your tongue for years to come. “I wish the honey wasn’t gone.” (Laramie Ferguson)
