EARTHQUAKE - simile or metaphor?
Draw a 5 by 5 grid on the whiteboard and label each column from A to E and each row 1 to 5.
Each team chooses a square, say “A5”; you ask a question you have previously prepared.
Three squares won’t have any questions. When a team chooses one of these, tell them an earthquake has just swallowed up some of their points–deduct 5 points.
A1 The dog was a jack-in-the-box, trying to jump up on the visitors. M
A2 "Chocolate is my ray of sunshine on a bad day," admitted Reena. M
A3 The lettuce was as crisp as an early fall morning. M
A4 The pool was a boiling cauldron on that hot summer day. M
A5 "I feel like road kill; it's been a rough week," announced Samira as she walked . S
B1 The sisters are like two peas in a pod. S
B2 The motion sickness hit the sailor as fast as lightning. S
B3 Arnie in his muscle-man days was a man-mountain. M
B4 He was a lion in battle. M
B 5 She is as pretty as a picture. S
C1 (BLANK)
C2 The striker was a goal machine. M
C3 The torch lit up the room as if the sun had risen early. S
C4 The moon was a misty shadow. M
C5 My friend has a face like a bag of lychees. S
D1 John's words felt like shards of glass when he spoke such hateful things. S
D2 John's words were shards of glass when he spoke such hateful things. M
D3 (BLANK)
D4 He is a ravenous dog when he eats. M
D5 Spiritual seeking is treasure hunting. M
E1 Thoughts are a storm, unexpected. M
E2 Truth is food for him. M
E3 You are the light in my life. M
E4 (BLANK)
E5 They were eaten up with hatred. M
A2 "Chocolate is my ray of sunshine on a bad day," admitted Reena. M
A3 The lettuce was as crisp as an early fall morning. M
A4 The pool was a boiling cauldron on that hot summer day. M
A5 "I feel like road kill; it's been a rough week," announced Samira as she walked . S
B1 The sisters are like two peas in a pod. S
B2 The motion sickness hit the sailor as fast as lightning. S
B3 Arnie in his muscle-man days was a man-mountain. M
B4 He was a lion in battle. M
B 5 She is as pretty as a picture. S
C1 (BLANK)
C2 The striker was a goal machine. M
C3 The torch lit up the room as if the sun had risen early. S
C4 The moon was a misty shadow. M
C5 My friend has a face like a bag of lychees. S
D1 John's words felt like shards of glass when he spoke such hateful things. S
D2 John's words were shards of glass when he spoke such hateful things. M
D3 (BLANK)
D4 He is a ravenous dog when he eats. M
D5 Spiritual seeking is treasure hunting. M
E1 Thoughts are a storm, unexpected. M
E2 Truth is food for him. M
E3 You are the light in my life. M
E4 (BLANK)
E5 They were eaten up with hatred. M