Night Figurative Language

The police were taking roll calls, once, twice, twenty times.

Hyperbole

It was like a page torn from a book, a historical novel.

Simile

It was there for the taking. An open tomb.

Metaphor

At every step, white signs with black skulls looked down on us.

Personification

Thousands of lips repeated the benediction, bent over like trees in a storm.

Simile

He was playing his life. His whole being was gliding over the strings.

Metaphor

Pressed tightly against one another, in an effort to resist the cold, our heads empty and heavy, our brains a whirlwind of decaying memories.

Metaphor

And was immediately extinguished. A shadow had lain down beside him.

Metaphor

The lament was contagious. And now hundreds of cries rose at once. The death rattle of an entire convoy with the end approaching.

Metaphor

I shall never forget the gratitude that shone in his eyes when he swallowed his beverage. The gratitude of a wounded animal.

Metaphor

My hands were aching, I was clenching them so hard. To strangle the doctor and the others set the whole world on fire! My father’s murderers.

Hyperbole