Five Card Story: Simile

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After loading up my canoe I hop into my car and start heading home. I stop at a rest stop after a few hours and use the restroom which smelled as bad as dead people. As I exit the restroom I look over and notice a strange fence with a small red sign reading "Beware of the dog". I grin and think to myself that a dog can not be that dangerous. That was until I looked down and saw a gravestone the size of a small desk right beside the sign. Then I was even more curious about this mysterious, monstrous dog that hid behind that weak wooden fence. I must have drank too much alcohol on that canoe trip because I was actually convinced that I could catch that dog. The biggest question was how. Then I remembered that I had a net in my car that I used for fishing. I grabbed it and started heading towards the fence. As I came close to the fence I could smell the breath of the beast. It smelled as gruesome as a murder scene. I try and think of strategy and not thinking about where I'm walking I walk into a small hole. I trip and fall right into the fence knocking it down. The poor fence was as weak as toothpick. Twisting my ankle on the way down was the least of my worries, I was in the home of the beast. As I get up and turn to start running for my car, I hear the beast behind me. I toss the net behind me hoping to tangle the beast up but he chews through faster than a chainsaw. I run for my life ignoring the fact that my ankle was throbbing. As I reach my car I had no time to open the door so I jumped on the canoe that was attached to the top of my car. I look down in fear to only see a puppy the size of a teacup yipping his head off. A lot of people were watching. A lot of people were laughing.

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After loading up my canoe I hop into my car and start heading home. I stop at a rest stop after a few hours and use the restroom which smelled as bad as dead people. As I exit the restroom I look over and notice a strange fence with a small red sign reading "Beware of the dog". I grin and think to myself that a dog can not be that dangerous. That was until I looked down and saw a gravestone the size of a small desk right beside the sign. Then I was even more curious about this mysterious, monstrous dog that hid behind that weak wooden fence. I must have drank too much alcohol on that canoe trip because I was actually convinced that I could catch that dog. The biggest question was how. Then I remembered that I had a net in my car that I used for fishing. I grabbed it and started heading towards the fence. As I came close to the fence I could smell the breath of the beast. It smelled as gruesome as a murder scene. I try and think of strategy and not thinking about where I'm walking I walk into a small hole. I trip and fall right into the fence knocking it down. The poor fence was as weak as toothpick. Twisting my ankle on the way down was the least of my worries, I was in the home of the beast. As I get up and turn to start running for my car, I hear the beast behind me. I toss the net behind me hoping to tangle the beast up but he chews through faster than a chainsaw. I run for my life ignoring the fact that my ankle was throbbing. As I reach my car I had no time to open the door so I jumped on the canoe that was attached to the top of my car. I look down in fear to only see a puppy the size of a teacup yipping his head off. A lot of people were watching. A lot of people were laughing.
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