A pure white mist crept over the water like breath upon a mirror --- A. J. Cronin

His eyes skewed round to meet yours and then cannoned off again like a pool-ball. --- Sean Virgo

The smile of a man with a terminal headache. --- T. Coraghessan Boyle

Her white silk robe flowed over her like a milk shower. --- Harold Adams

A desolate, cratered face, sooty with care like an abandoned mining town. --- Joseph Heller

Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night. --- Sherwood Anderson

... felt like a deer stepping out before the rifle of a hunter. ---Piers Anthony

Eerie as a man carving his own epitaph. --- William McIlvanney