Disappointment, anger, confusion, relief and excitement were a few of the debris that floated in the soup I was plunged into. It was a thick pottage of emotions that I bathed in as I sauntered towards the unfamiliar ebony gates. It was as though they knew me and didn’t wait for me to ask for them to open but just gave way. As I emerged through the portal, there was a crash of thunder and barely visible lightning danced across the silver skies leaving a caption that read, Figurative Heaven.
Personification was first to welcome me with a broad comforting smile that extended from ‘P’ to ‘n’. She offered to give me a tour of the facility. We first encountered Analogy, who was an emotional train wreck, being comforted by Euphemism. Euphemism explained that metaphor had passed away in an accident not so many years ago but Analogy has not yet been able to heal from the loss of his cousin. Hyperbole was less sensitive; he thought that after a million years its high time Analogy moves on and forget Dead Metaphor. We offered our condolences and Personification and I carried on.
Soon we encountered Parody who was mocking Mrs. Malaprop and Spoonerism for their amusing slip ups. Not far from them was Palindrome, walking and reading, backwards and forwards. On the patio, Pun played a prank on Alliteration’s words. Meanwhile, an argument was brewing between Onomatopoeia and Glosolalia, but the former told the latter to stop the gibber-gabber, hissed his teeth and trotted off. During the introduction of Erotema, who kept asking ridiculous questions, I interjected by asking for my favourite literary device, Sarcasm. Personification retorted, “Don’t run on, we will get to him, just be patient”.
Oxymoron was next to be made acquaintances with, but he was a pretty ugly guy and even odd so It wasn’t too hard for my eyes to wander about in hope that I may snatch a glance of the much anticipated Sarcasm. I imagined he would be a quaint yet intriguing character. The dramatics of Satire joining in on Parody’s rain on Spoonerism and Mrs. Malaprop’s parade grabbed everyone’s attention. Satire was attacking their erroneousness with Irony. This I found remotely comical and Litotes was not averse to the mockery either, but Simile didn’t like it. Onomatopoeia scowled at Simile saying she was such a buzz kill. Despite all this theatrics, I was adamant to meet Sarcasm and made a third request to be introduced. Personification looked me dead in the eyes and exclaimed, “Stop speaking about yourself in the third person! Why do you think you are here if you are not one of us?”
Personification was first to welcome me with a broad comforting smile that extended from ‘P’ to ‘n’. She offered to give me a tour of the facility. We first encountered Analogy, who was an emotional train wreck, being comforted by Euphemism. Euphemism explained that metaphor had passed away in an accident not so many years ago but Analogy has not yet been able to heal from the loss of his cousin. Hyperbole was less sensitive; he thought that after a million years its high time Analogy moves on and forget Dead Metaphor. We offered our condolences and Personification and I carried on.
Soon we encountered Parody who was mocking Mrs. Malaprop and Spoonerism for their amusing slip ups. Not far from them was Palindrome, walking and reading, backwards and forwards. On the patio, Pun played a prank on Alliteration’s words. Meanwhile, an argument was brewing between Onomatopoeia and Glosolalia, but the former told the latter to stop the gibber-gabber, hissed his teeth and trotted off. During the introduction of Erotema, who kept asking ridiculous questions, I interjected by asking for my favourite literary device, Sarcasm. Personification retorted, “Don’t run on, we will get to him, just be patient”.
Oxymoron was next to be made acquaintances with, but he was a pretty ugly guy and even odd so It wasn’t too hard for my eyes to wander about in hope that I may snatch a glance of the much anticipated Sarcasm. I imagined he would be a quaint yet intriguing character. The dramatics of Satire joining in on Parody’s rain on Spoonerism and Mrs. Malaprop’s parade grabbed everyone’s attention. Satire was attacking their erroneousness with Irony. This I found remotely comical and Litotes was not averse to the mockery either, but Simile didn’t like it. Onomatopoeia scowled at Simile saying she was such a buzz kill. Despite all this theatrics, I was adamant to meet Sarcasm and made a third request to be introduced. Personification looked me dead in the eyes and exclaimed, “Stop speaking about yourself in the third person! Why do you think you are here if you are not one of us?”