Imagery in Martian Chronicles

The Rockets came like Locusts. (Pg. 78)

The rockets came like drums, beating in the night. (Pg.78)

Everything neat as a pin. (143)

Stendahl drank it in, the dreariness, the oppression, the fetid vapors, the whole "atmosphere," so delicately contrived and fitted. (Pg. 104)

Raw, gentle, and easy, it mizzled out of the high air, a special elixir, tasting of spells an stars and air. (Pg. 76)

Playing the white xylophone bones beneath the outer covering of black flakes. (Pg. 89)

Somewhere it was the month of April on the planet Mars, a yellow month with a blue sky. (Pg. 104)                    

The fire looked as if an invisible animal were dancing on it, crushing it, until it was angry smoke. (Pg. 76)

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2 years ago
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Trevor those pics were superb and very swanky

2 years ago
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Great Job!!!! So proud of you ;)

2 years ago
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I'm inspired