Emotional Beats: Analogies, Metaphors and Similes, Part 1

Great resource for writers.

Nicholas C. Rossis

Back in September, I published Emotional Beats: How to Easily Convert your Writing into Palpable Feelings. As promised, I will be posting the book on my blog. So, here is the next installment, starting Part 3 of the book: Other Beats. As this is a rather long section, I’m breaking it into two posts.

Analogies, Metaphors, and Similes

Emotional Beats | From the blog of Nicholas C. Rossis, author of science fiction, the Pearseus epic fantasy series and children's books Read for free with KU

A good analogy is harder to find than… erm… well, it’s pretty hard. Unless you have these to help:

  • She slammed against the chair, her adrenal system upgrading from zoned out to Defcon 1.
  • The idea of being that close to her hit him like a shot of tequila in a Red Bull.
  • She’s crazier than a sackful of raccoons.
  • It was as futile as carrying water with a knife.
  • The food was spread out like a Thanksgiving feast.
  • Her comfort zone retreated into darkness, waving farewell with…

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Chanel Bissett believed in one fundamental truth—the power of love. She’s adored and loved Zachary Marlowe long before she knew what life meant. And they’ve built a bond so strong that it is beyond untouchable.
Or so Chanel thought…

Rhys Colburn has always been privileged, wealthy and demanding. He was ready to spend the rest of his life with Maggie Cohn so that, together, they could conquer the world.
Rhys couldn’t have been more wrong…

Consistently appearing at the wrong place and wrong time, Chanel and Rhys’ lives begin to clash. Every breath, every word, and every moment is as if the heavens have shifted the earth so that their paths would cross. Whether faith or destiny, they are pushed to emotional boundaries neither can sustain.
Yet, still, hope remains…

Over time, they become stripped of their once known selves. All that’s left are shattered pieces of a once upon a time. And after three years with shadows of memories behind, chance pulls them together again.

Finally, love just might emerge. And this time, destiny might be kinder.

Will either take a chance with a stranger, or will the past resurface to shatter the possibility?

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WARNING! This is an emotional story with highs and lows. You might likely scream and sob and get pissed off beyond reason. That’s all part of the journey because by the end, you’re bound to fall in love…

Coming February 27th!

A multicultural romance about falling in love, in spite of the past…

Meet Chanel…

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Chanel Bissett believed in one fundamental truth—the power of love. She’s adored and loved Zachary Marlowe long before she knew what life meant. They’ve built a bond so strong, it was beyond untouchable. Or so Chanel thought…

Meet Rhys…

img_5156Rhys Colburn has always been privileged, wealthy and demanding. He was ready to spend the rest of his life with Maggie Cohn, so that together, they could conquer the world. Rhys couldn’t be more wrong…

The journey begins February 27, 2017!

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Over 80,000 words of drama…

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It’s 6:30 on a Sunday morning and I’m still in bed. I’ve been home, sick from work since Thursday. Between the weather and office germs, I’m forced to recoup at home. Nevertheless, I’m still weary to the core, but unable to sleep.

If you’ve ever gone to my Facebook or Twitter accounts, you might’ve seen my motto: I don’t do drama, I only write it. Even now, as I’m writing this post, my head is swarming from the latest drama I’ve dished out. Over 80,000 words of passion, falling in love, emotional turmoil, undeniable angst and yes, drama.

I began Fire in the Water 🔥 over a year ago. The name has changed several times over and the plot has been stripped apart, only to be reinvented in ways that have blown my mind. The length of the work was initially 48,000 words and with each re-reading, has only continued to grow to over 84,000. If you’re anything like me, and you live for the written word, then you’ll understand when I confess that every new story pushes me further.

“Further into what?” you might ask.

I delve further into the human psyche to examine those key attributes that make or break them. One such thing is love – the need to love and be loved. Honestly, the word scares me enough, yet is intriguing enough to make me pursue it like nothing else.

I will leave it there, for now.

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Fire in the Water 🔥 will be releasing soon. Once the release date has been determined, I will share. Until that time, here’s a snippet…

Certain moments will forever be frozen in time–the universe shifting to accommodate the earth, the sum of all fears, the pulsating heartbeats of star-crossed lovers, the moment you question the purpose of living and the instant you no longer deny the truth.
This is mine–painful, satisfying and messed up.
“Go to hell!” I shouted up into the pouring rain as it plopped down into my eyes and my nose, suffocating me as it rushed into my mouth
I was wearing super short khakis and an aqua tank plastered to firm, palm-sized breasts and shapely thighs. My feet were bare, and my toes swarmed with sand from the bottom of the ocean. Each second found me sinking into the gooey glob. It was a heavy type of comfort, overtaken by heaviness from up top to down below, squeezing off my air.
Precisely the point, right?
Everything, every minute figment, crowded my very existence. Drops of rain crushed me. The roar of waves ripped apart my eardrums. The on and off flash of lightning crept near enough to make me fear death. For a split second, I worried about dying, but then I realized this time, fear was meant to be my finale.

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