Autumn ThoughtsCrona never understood metaphors. He was always one to stick to saying what he actually meant and not changing around words to mean something else.Autumn Thoughts4 years ago in Short Stories
When he said that his blood was black, he meant it. His blood was actually black.
When he said that hell was inside of his head, he meant it. There was actually a hell brewing inside of his head or at least, there was. Once upon a time, such had been true.
"A metaphor is a literary figure of speech that uses an image or such a thing to represent some intangible quality or idea. So it means that you use another image to mean something else, are you following me?" Kid questioned, his pencil to his paper and a book of "Literal and figurative language" opened up to the middle of the book.
To his side, Crona sat staring blankly at his worksheet.
Kid's eyebrow rose as he tapped his pencil on the paper. "Do you need some more help? If you can't understand something then I would be happy to help you out. How else do you expect to pas